A Gift

I feel it in my own two hands and I know it’s in my heart. It’s always been there waiting, with me from the start. I don’t know where it comes from but I know it’s here to stay to help me when I just can’t seem to say what I need to say. When I’m alone, in a crowded room, and at the strangest times, I’m oblivious to the world around me and I find myself thinking in rhymes. I know my mother feels it too, but it seems to come and go. She says it only fills her heart when God wants her to know that He needs her to hear His word for herself and the ones she loves. For strangers too, and all those who have doubts about the Lord above. So many nights, I’m kept awake with thoughts left unspoken too long. But no more will it linger, for it goes through my finger. And with paper and pen, I can do no wrong.