Friday, September 29, 2017

Their Story // a firefly poem


(I'm getting a teensy bit better at making graphics, yes?)



the words 
they just come 
late at night
early morning 
the in-between
they come
they're here
the words 
flow
the story is 
being told 
this 
this is it
this is the way 
my writing 
is meant 
to be done 
the story
is alive
the characters 
growing 
breathing 
telling their story
through my fingers 
because it is
it's their story
and they've shared it
with me
so that I 
can at least try
to share it 
with the world 
and to that 
I say

Soli Deo Gloria. 



-- written September 26th, 4:00 to 4:15 pm 

12 comments:

  1. Very nice, Faith! I'm usually not one for poetry, but this is beautiful!
    <3

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    1. Thank you, Ivie! <3 I'm not usually one to *write* poetry, but sometimes inspiration strikes. ;)

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  2. Wow, Faith! I love this poem! It is so good!! <3
    I like your graphic, but I actually always thought you were quite good at making them. :)

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    1. Thank you, Rebekah! <3
      Hehe, you're too sweet. ;) Sometimes I like how they turn out, and sometimes I just don't care. XP But thank yoU!

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  3. "breathing, Telling their story through my fingers."
    Girl. You got it. This is awesome!

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  4. Beautiful poem Faith! ❤

    Janelle
    The Ramblings of a Bookworm
    https://rozandnellie.blogspot.com/?m=1

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