Why We Write
There is a song entitled, His Eye is on The Sparrow. There are ten words
that speak to me relative to the theme of this poem. Those ten words are;
'I sing because I'm happy; I sing because I'm free.' I am arrested by the word 'Sing', and I am captured by the words 'Happy and Free'. Much of my life has
not gone according to plan nor fitted inside of a well-built box. With that in
mind, follow me into a bit of muse in wide-open spaces and a walk of faith.
I cannot say that I am happy nor free because I sing, and I certainly do not claim to be a singer. However, there are other things that trigger my 'happy state and feel of freedom'. I did not study nor receive any scholastic training to be a writer, but I write and love doing it. I did not realize it early in life or I would have pursued writing in such a career with great preparation and passion. I feel that writing is a large part of what I was born to do, and I am grateful to God that I was allowed in my latter years to fulfill this part of my calling.
I cannot say that writing is an addiction or that I cannot live if I do not write,
because the essence of me is not what I do in life as a career but rather 'who I am'. I exist primarily to give glory and pleasure to God my creator, to Christ my savior. Please do not call me 'religious' because I can certainly live and thrive without religion. I beg of you to call me Christian if you will because I choose to be in vital relationship with Jesus Christ. As a Christian, I can blossom, grow, and thrive with or without a building or place of worship. I can develop through all the stages of maturation with or without a creed or doctrine or even without any perceived great human teacher.
My molding, my unfolding, my processing, my preparation, and my pleasing presentation in the Presence of God as a Christian and as a human being remind me of the path of the Butterfly in his route to be finally launched as
a beautiful butterfly.
I'm not there yet, but I'm on my way. I'm still 'cacooning' if you will. I'm still in
the processor. There is something very delicate about the unveiling of the butterfly, and he is best to be left alone. He needs no help because he has been fully programed by God to fulfill his destiny. However, unlike the butterfly whose life is designed and engineered with the power of instinct, my life as a human has been created with the capacity of 'self-will'. I can go the way of my maker; or I can choose to at least try to be the 'master of my own ship'.
May God dispatch to me and every Christian all the assistance required for the manifestation of the 'sons of God'. May the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart be pleasing in God's sight. May I and every Christian who write be attuned to the inspiration that God gives through many and various means. And may readers hear and feel the pulse-beat of God when they are exposed to anything we have to write about.
072220PSCtest, Completely New 12, Brian Strand
Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2020
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