A writer once asked, “What should I say?
Will my words help the lost or just float away?”
The blank page stared back with a silence so wide,
Yet something within her refused to hide.
“Words are my colors,” she whispered with grace.
“They drift from my spirit and dance into space.
But what if my hues are just shadows and shade?
Will anyone notice the truth they’ve portrayed?”
Writing’s not merely for saying your part.
It’s building a bridge to people’s hearts.
Tend every word like a seed you have sown.
Truth will take root where care is shown.”
She thought of the Savior by Jacob’s old spring,
Who met with a woman, not rushing a thing.
He didn’t bring thunder or stand to proclaim—
Just offered her water and knew her by name.
“A writer must listen,” she said with a cheer.
“Hear all about what the people hold dear.
Sometimes words must be bold, brave, and bright—
But they must be spoken with kindness and light.”
Every morning, she paused and said, praying,
“Lord, guide my hands in all I should be saying.
Let truth fill the pages and love carry the tone.
Remind me that I am never writing alone.”
She learned to read slowly and hear her own voice,
To edit with mercy and write with her choice.
Some wouldn’t like her words. That was true.
But writing God’s message meant pushing on through.
“Truth can be heavy,” she said rather low.
“Some will turn away, and some will never know.
But if what I write radiates God’s light and flame,
Then even soft whispers can glorify his name.”
She wrote with persistence—through silence and storm—
With honesty, grit, and a soul growing warm.
Not for the praise or the clicks on the screen,
But for her voice to deliver what her heart had seen.
So if you’re a writer with something to say,
Don’t wait till you’re fearless or clever or gray.
Go to the keyboard and begin with a prayer.
The God who gave stories will always be there.
Your words are like bridges from Heaven to Earth.
They carry God’s glory, his love, and his worth.
Write from the stillness where your own voice is true.
Someone will be listening, waiting to hear from you.
