October 9, 2021
Should I capture the rhymes that erupt in my head?
I write them but should I ignore them instead?
I never know when, even who, they will reach,
Like words in a bottle washed up on a beach.
One day someone finds it all covered with sand,
Wonders, “Is this a treasure I hold in my hand?
“Perhaps an old pirate has left me a map.”
Holds up the bottle and gives it a tap.
Is that how it works when words float through the web,
Just bobbing and waiting for someone to grab?
Unlike a bottle that’s found by just one,
Words stay on the net and are never quite done.
The words that you’ve found that you’re reading this day,
Means you have been touched, it’s for you that I pray.
I pray you find peace and know joy in your heart.
Be blessed by the Lord who will never depart.