Last night, my middle son Thomas stopped by to see me. Always a nice thing when your grown children just drop by to say, hey!
As we were talking and catching up on things, I decided to tell him that I had started a blog and and asked if he wanted to look it over. Of course he did. Such a dutiful son you might think, but I knew he was very curious and suprised.
It was amazing to watch him read and smile. Then he lifted his head and tilted it ever so slightly, and said, "so you have found a place for them." He was referring to all those things I had written long ago and put in journals, and on pieces of paper and tucked away in a boxes. You see, back in the day, I wrote alot, and shared these things with a few of my close friends on very rare occasions. But my middle son, Thomas, was my witness to all of my writings. He inspired much of it, as did my other sons Joshua and Timothy. And so many of my friends and family.
You see, these things I have written, have sat lying in wait for a long time, for just the right time. And maybe this is it. A long time coming, so to speak.
So here is my written thoughts on writing, that was put into words a long time ago.
All About Me...
Iv'e written before, in a time that seems past, only a few know that.
As I answer the call to write, at long last.
The pen and the paper, will show in the ages, when my time here, is recorded on pages.
Just when my life, has reached the right stages.
A holder of poems, and riddles and rhymes, that don't seem to be mine,
are released so perfectly, at just the right time.
I will be a world traveler, though I stay in one place.
It's the things that I write, that will run the good race,
while the image of me that is seen, will leave but a trace.
So how do I see hope in this task you might ask?,
It's know my purpose for writing, at long last.