Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Whirlpool of Words

My brain swirls in whirlpools of words.

I write this in those suspended midnight hours. For hours now - hours - I have labored over three speeches that I am writing for my Speech Writing class.

The other evening I attended a live theater performance, and one of my professors stepped in to say the lines: "Writers aren't sacred, words are."

When for the Lord, sacred indeed.


To pray is to serve; to serve is to love; to love is to live. I pray to serve my spiritual master with love for as long as I live.  

The Lord is my North Star when I am lost and I have lost everything; the Lord is my sun when I am found and I have found everything. 

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To write is to dare the soul. So write.