Thoughts They've Not Yet Heard

Thoughts They've Not Yet Heard
22Nov05

The blank white page stares back at me,
Thirsting for my words,
The lines unwritten beckon me,
For thoughts they’ve not yet heard.

The pen, it pulls at my own hand,
Begging to write my words,
The ink wants to move, to form into,
Those thoughts they’ve not yet heard.

I quench the thirst of the blank white page,
Allowing the pen to reveal,
Thoughts new to me, never spoken before,
And the words to describe how they feel.

The kids gather ‘round, calling to me,
Pleading to hear my words,
Adults come sit down, and wait patiently,
To hear thoughts they’ve not yet heard.

People who’ve lived many backgrounds of life,
Longing to hear my words,
They buy all my books, and read carefully,
For the thoughts they’ve not yet heard.

They learn of a life that is different than theirs,
They see to the heart of a man.
They walk in his shoes, then sigh in relief.
When they realize they’re back home again.

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