On Break
by Clara Mitchell I’m on break between stanzas. I am so happy to be on break that I did some break dancing. There is a time to dance. (Ecclesiastes 3:4 KJV) My Sudden outbursts of dancing lift my days. Break time is almost over. I begin to gather my notes. Carefully I arrange each page, side by side for further review. I reach for my red pen, Remembering the former days of school Red ink revisions are ruthless Words that vie to live are removed. Replacements await at each sweeping stroke, I must prune my writing. God is the vine (John 15:5 KJV) We are the branches. It's in the pruning that we bear more fruit. Pruning my writing affects me too. It is hard to exchange a part of me. The poets or any writer face periods of red ink. The pruning is now over for the first draft. Our creation is torn apart in a moment-- I rest now as in a score of music. Silence fills the air. I rest on each note written With ease my pen uncovers more. There is a rest to the people of God