Given Way

I wanted to buy
A press, so I could begin
Printing all the best,
But it was not meant to be
Fortune does not smile on me.
Even so, I write
Growing a bit over time
So my words carry
Love where I cannot travel,
Working hate to unravel.
A little message
Here, another over there,
Some people take it
With them otherwhere to share
Meaning convening elsewhere.
My life oozes words,
Vowels, consonants, nouns, verbs,
Sentences, lines, breaks,
A haphazard creative
Language tendered in payment.
The gift God-given
In every moment present
More often than not
Finding the rightness of speech
To beseech others to Love.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

I have ink all over my hands. The vagaries of ink pens are a mess in the making. I hope you have better luck.

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