Poetic Time Release

 

Poetic Time Release     

 by Clara Mitchell   1/5/2024










A poet at the inkwell.

I come here every day for inspiration.

I go deeper to draw from this well.

My pen dips into the inkwell

as if to test the temperature.


Tepid will not do for this hour.

Hot words that blaze like fire

Releasing a heat to stir the coldest heart.

My pen is the hot iron

The Lord is now speaking.

He wants us hot for him.


Hot for His Word.

Hot in love for His presence.


A poet is often mistaken for a prophet.

Yes, I hear and see as the Lord leads.

I write and refill the inkwell as inspiration

Removes ink upon ink.

My pen starts and stops

Then finds its place again.

When writing our life story,

We are all poets.

Sometimes we are out of place.

Out of sync.

No time for missteps.

The end is near.

Be ready, repent, and on fire!




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