Golden Keys

Poem Inspired by Kevin Buddaeus’s The Golden Pen

As I sit before the screen once more And contemplate what words to write. I wonder if they will adore, Or will they take to flight?

I hesitate; then plunge ahead With recklessness abandon to proceed To put down words upon the screen And try not too much to recede.

The words I write tell of me and Thee, Of how we met and together went And how we parted like the sea Then I came back to Thee half spent.

And I wonder as I tap these golden keys Am I writing more of Thee than me? Is it like a mountain thick with trees? Or just another word-strewn spree?

Will I write what pleases Thee, or me? And leave the rest to another day? Then as I tap I surely hope to be Better today in some small way.

I know I’ve got a ways to go. But as I put words into play, They tell so little, that I know. For richer meaning I must pray.

One thing for sure: When the day is done, I hope to allure And cheer just one.

For as I’ve struck these golden keys, I’ve shared more than a thought. I know it’s not of birds and bees, But that is not what I have sought.

I could go on, though it would be tough. But what would be the use of that? I’ve hit these golden keys enough, Now ‘tis time to sit upon the mat.

Thank you Kevin Buddaeus for inspiration; Though in Illumination that’s not rare. Lest I should yield to temptation, I’ll draw this to a close with care.

These golden keys have done their thing They’ve put some words upon the screen. Now it’s time to let them sing While I turn to something green.

The idea to write about The Golden Keys has been percolating in my head since Kevin Buddaeus published his poem. When I read his poem it struck me that I do not use a pen so much as a keyboard. I had an idea of what I wanted to say, but not how to say it. I didn’t know if it would be a story or a poem.

I never know when I start writing a poem or an article where it will go or how it will end up. I have an idea, but then the words take control. As they spill out on the screen, they seem to take on a life of their own and lead me more than I lead them.

That was certainly true of this poem. I had intended to make it about writing as being the creation of a life and a future for the writer, and perhaps even influencing where and how we spend eternity. The notion that words have a power of their own, to create and even dominate. Maybe some of that came through. Maybe I’ll try again another day and will be able to corral that other story/poem.

Here the words took off in a different direction, and I, poor writer/scribe, had no choice but to follow where they led. But, I will confess to going back to tidy things up a bit, hopefully that made the result better, not worse.

I did want to commend and thank Kevin for his wonderful poem and the inspiration it provided, but I didn’t realize that the praise would end up within the poem. I’m glad it did.

The mind is a mysterious thing. Mine seems to be especially so. It is constantly surprising me. Each time I sit down to write, I’m amazed at what it comes up with. I think some of that came out here.

I was glad to tip the hat to our Illumination community which has seen fit to publish what I’ve written. That gives me hope that my words have some merit. And you, dear readers, have blessed me with your time. I can’t tell you how rich that makes me feel.

Cheers!

Happy reading, writing and connecting!

Here’s another you may like. It is about a surprising find out in the real/physical world (as opposed to the labyrinths of my mind):