Silver Pen

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When I was born, a silver pen in hand
did call me to a lonely, lovely task
to form the thoughts and pictures of the land
within my heart and words of truth unmask

and lies expose and pains and joys reveal,
imagination flowing in the ink
through depths and heights of feeling to unveil
creations new, reflections of a link

with my Creator when I knew Him not
and also when I sensed His guiding prod.
I wonder what place poetry and plot
Have in the afterlife with those of God.

My pen must have a place in Heaven too.
I always have more writing left to do.

(published in Beyond Yesterday: The Writers’ Mill Journal Volume 7 2019. Book available on Amazon. Available Here Proceeds benefit the Cedar Mill Library. Copyright 2019 by Robin Layne Wilkinson. All rights reserved.)

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