Her Calling

Sitting at her desk
Darkness enveloping her
Only a lamp for company
Patiently waiting for inspiration.

Words come like a gentle spring rain,
At first a teasing sprinkle
Then a steady stream
Flowing from her spirit onto paper.

Life-giving words reviving churches and nations,
Soothing words bringing peace,
Comforting words healing hearts,
Spirit-filled words saving souls.

She is a poet,
Being used by her Creator
Touching lives
For Eternity.

* Written for a poet friend

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