The Scribbled Universe

THE SCRIBBLED UNIVERSE Of cadence And rhythm And rhyme we seek When putting pen to paper The words becoming lively And their life Becomes our pleasure For imparting As we long to do Upon the parchment written Our souls pour forth Their meaning Though to some Are largely hidden With banter Wit and melancholy What flows forth Has its vision ‘Ere we are urged By sacred things As on a Preacher’s mission While deep inside Our stories lurk To use us for Their telling Once in awhile We chance upon one Good enough for selling Though money be not The object nay Our story’s more revealing To tell it is Our truest aim From within My pen is stealing As verse or prose Or sonnet sweet They do linger Ever near In truth they’re Only longing for An anticipating ear For words create And build a world We’d not have ‘Ere we wrote it For their lore and wonder Like a Bible We do quote it While scratching out My quills delight An element of awe For what was once Alone and blank Now scribbled of The Universe I saw