Wednesday, December 14, 2011

For You

by writing in pen
I hoped that somehow
I'd reach
the part of my heart that reaches
the part of your heart that reaches
Perhaps if I ever saw you
pen in hand too
I'd learn your map
But your doodles are your eyes
and I find them
to read
like those bibles the church folk have
with translucent pages
full of tiny print
Precious words on paper that tears
so easily
Words you have to strain to read
let alone comprehend
let alone believe
But I believe in my pen
I believe in my heart
reading yours
through unexpected faith
in words and pictures

NRM 14/12/11

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