Here's a poem on writing by Inspire's own Dee Aspin. Enjoy!

A Raw Pearl

 

Writing a book is nothing less,

Than a personal spiritual mystery—

A fantastic discovery.

 

We write—words flood and tumble out,

Sometimes from a million directions;

Like rivers

Into a sea, splashing…

Onto our keyboards.

 

From the depth of our being,

 

Waves of thought,

Streams of memory,

Tides of times--

Crashing, churning in our minds,

Wash upon a beach

And recede—revealing

A written page.

 

Full of faces and moments,

Sights and sounds;

 

And we are powerless

To stop a move of God.

 

We can only silently, prayerfully sit

And watch and participate

In wonder—

 

As the form emerges,

like a pearl

forms painfully,

between two shells:

 

the raw covers,

the rough draft,

of our manuscript.

 

© 2010 Dee Aspin