N
N
The N on my keyboard...
is gone.
It has disappeared.
It wore off,
and wore away,
until the N was just
plainly missing.
There are other places on the board,
that need fixing.
I will get to that.
I have a strong need, to do,
the things I need to do,
but time is my enemy,
not my friend.
The A has joined the N.
It is a good thing I know my way
around the board,
blindly...
or I would be in real trouble.
I would be lost,
and not able to do
my work.
The idea that I am still
laboring at all,
is a miracle.
The electricity has not gone off,
but I am ready.
It will,
eventually.
My pen and my pad,
sit...
waiting,
until that time.
The words must get out.
I know that...
They must be strong,
and wise and permanent
to be shared.
No,
not all of them...
but some.
Why?
Because HE wrote them...
not me.
Humbly,
I bow my head and open,
my insides,
to the outside,
in an effort...
to be
who I am,
and who He
wants me to be.
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