Lonely Writing
The world is waking up, and normally (though not always) I’ve already been up, seeking to make the most of precious little margin I have. I’m often in the dark when I first rise from slumber’s hold, striking out to create something in the dark, this adventure I embark upon.
Everything is quiet as our child sleeps nearby in one room while my wife sleeps in another. In the little room not far away, light scatters darkness and I begin once more toward the quiet start.
I set to tasks before the journey, remembering duty before the long walk toward hope and a new way. One responsibility enters this path of minutes then leaves, the exchange between undone and done happening in the short time. Little by little the various to-dos are here then gone where unfinished is now complete and I begin the adventure toward creating new.
A lone journey taken, the page and I begin to converse as pen and page meet and create new in each letter and word produced. In each word spoken upon creativity’s canvas are steps taken with each effort, solitude engulfing this soul of mine.
I hear a greater way call to me, beckoning this battered one down the dark road of isolation. A light shines brighter than the present landscape, a light seen only through faith, hidden to all that isn’t belief in a greater good that’s possible. It sends forth it’s invitation to this soul that’s willing, willing to venture forth alone down these avenues of shadow. Little by little is this trek made, silence thick as night surrounds me upon this quest toward our providence, our abundant restoration found in this lonely writing undertaken, to reach prosperity's beautiful view from the mountaintop of best for my family and I.
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