June 13, 2009

This blank page
Was destined to be filled
With words from the heart
Of a contrite soul

This blank page
Devoid of meaning
Yet full of possibilities
Longs to be filled

Life longs for fullness
In each waking moment
With each destined breath
In every fated stroke

The pen fills the page
His hand moves the page
A choice moves his heart
To write the next word

Type: Poetry

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