A writer can laugh, and a writer can cry.
The feelings inside are the ink we supply.
If we try to hide them or stuff them away,
Our stories fall flat and have nothing to say.
The world may be raging with fury and fire,
But writers bring truth that can lift and inspire.
We don’t chase the fury that burns for a while.
We shape words with courage, hope, and style.
Our feelings will nudge us to quit or to start,
They whisper, “Give up,” or they stir the heart.
But if we keep on writing through doubt and fear,
Our words will get better and better, year after year.
What we feed our mind is the ink in our pen,
So read something worthy again and again.
God’s Word is a feast that can fuel what we write.
It helps us bring stories from darkness to light.
A groove can be good. It’s a habit of grace,
That keeps us on track in the long writing race.
But a grave is a rut where our hope turns to dust.
We must dare to be different, left in God’s trust.
When writing feels heavy, then lift up a prayer:
“Lord, work in my heart. Let your Spirit thrive there.
Please guide every sentence, each story, each view,
So readers who linger will see more of you.”
