Whenever thou hast read or written,
One’s mind twas lost, at once been bitten
by winged thing in dead of night,
One’s soul consumed by infectious plight.
A fire doth burn so deep, so bright
Until at last one’s hand doth write.
Wherefore one’s mind takes thee this night
Let spirit give thine fingers flight.
Words upon page might have great power
When allowed to flow at proper hour.
Yet should same words within one’s head swirl
And escape not to page or screen unfurled
Then blockaded shall mind ever be,
Trapped emotions whirl incessantly
Beneath the moon with pale, bright heart
Increasing pain and crushing
Waterfalls of perspiration
Mine warm skin thick with condensation.
Cool air surrounds and gives elation
Unto this heart which beats
For thee, thou art mine
Act when you feel the call
Take the plunge when you feel the pull.
Do what your heart tells you
Go where the Spirit leads you.
Never give up.
Never give fear the power of your decision.
“For this reason I remind you to fan into flame the gift of God, which is in you through the laying on of hands. For the spirit God gave us does not make us timid, but gives us power, love and self-discipline. ” 2 Timothy 1:6,7