O must I follow the writing rules today?
Can I not brush stroke with words like an artist and his paint brush?
Can I please write from a place not yet unleashed? A place that remains boxed behind lines of sentence structure and grammar, holding me captive when words approaching are abstract and loose fitted within sentence?
Why can a visual artist create a masterpiece that begs contemplation to discover its meaning while a writer must follow the rules to appeal to understanding quickly?
It is a deep soul day. Rain is gently falling on my fall blooming garden and its soothing sound is leading me to creative places filled with descriptive words… I desire to learn how to let these words come with ease.
And so I will do just that… I will draw a picture from soul words.
Fire and cloud
One governs path by day
The other by night
Trust hanging like string from heaven
Awaiting grasp of hand
Temptation to murmur within a resting tent
sly voice of disbelief rolling upon restless tongue
Pursed lips serve bars of imprisonment
Against such whispering voice
The ear of God
Open to every sound
Must hear heart
Upon paths lit
And direction given
Of life lived
And faithfulness found.
These few words today were stimulated by study of Deuteronomy 1:1-33 (and the sound of the rain).