Just me

Ecclesiastes 3:1New Living Translation (NLT) 

For everything there is a season,
    a time for every activity under heaven.

 

 The gift  of paper ...

 

 

Unexpected, never seen

 

appears on this sheet of paper.

 

It is so different than the other ones

 

as you well can see.

 

After I fill it with some words

 

will I still remember

 

this different sheet that came

 

to be used to set me free?

 

 

 

The moment that I saw it

 

it started with a whisper.

 

I answered by writing

 

the few words that you can see.

 

This is a time so precious

 

to realize that others

 

who never knew that paper

 

could set a man so free.

 

 

 

The fingers of my left hand

 

are holding this sheet of paper

 

to stabilize and support

 

as my right hand moves the pen.

 

As both hands touch the paper

 

the oneness of my being

 

draws the paper into myself

 

as self flows through my pen.

 

 

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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