You can't know
how or why
you can only know
what you know
the feel of the pen
in your hand
the scrape of the nib
on paper
the smoothness of
a blank page
the joy of seeing
the page fill
with words
ink flowing onto
the page
your hand rushing
to keep up
with your thoughts
that feeling of
wishing you could
stay in this place
forever
writing
feeling a connection
with something larger
than yourself
a part of the universe
inside you
that you touch each time
you hold a pen
and move your hand across
the page
like plugging
into your heart
like hearing
the song
your soul
sings
like praying
to God
and knowing
God is there
listening
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