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