Sacred Notebook

In the late

Hour of night

I reach for pen

And paper to caress

My thoughts

Onto sacred lines

Breathing poetry,

I’m blessed beyond

Love to share

Myself with such

A sacred notebook.

Excitement fills

Every space

And tears make

A way toward

A joyful place.

4 thoughts on “Sacred Notebook

  1. I have written so many poems in the darkest of the night; I wake with the words on my lips and am always grateful to have a pen at hand. I love how you have expressed the meaning of making poetry to you.


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