ANOTHER EMPTY PAGE

Another empty page

waiting to be written.

Another un-acted scene on the stage,

waiting to be scripted.

Another peasant bitten

by the dream bug,

awaiting an opportunity to hug.



Though I know not what I shall be,

I’m completely familiar with the dream I see

ever before me.  Should I force it to grow

dim in my eyes?  Shall I kill it, and sigh

as I wait for a new vision to appear before me?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This one was inspired by my favorite song, "Place In This World," by Michael W. Smith (no relation to myself). I was listening to this song recently, as I was praying for direction in my own life.

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