Here I sit upon my throne,
words of wisdom curse through bone.
Many nights I sit and wonder,
could this be the one, all will ponder.
No time to edit more than once,
time is wasting, I must find my bunce.
One submission every day,
no time to dawdle, or delay.
Mail can be opened while having lunch,
better yet, I’ll just have brunch.
Three rejection letters today,
I’ll read them later, now I must pray.
“Oh Dear Lord, why don’t you answer,
it’s not like I want to be a dancer.”
“Just let them buy a poem or devotional,
then I won’t become so emotional.”
Why can’t the Lord just make it so,
does he really have to be so slow.
Did I forget to pray, a day or two,
I remember praying while rinsing shampoo.
Updates are required, so my computer says,
I’ll read an ‘excuse’, to see what it is.
What is this, a second page,
“Red ink marks!” I begin to rage.
Then a voice inside my head,
“Listen up. Read it instead.”
Is that the Lord talking to me,
“I’ll read it Lord, but not with glee.”
It is so difficult to be rejected,
“Only for you Lord, as expected.”
I can’t believe I missed that spelling,
a fifth grade student could spell ‘telling.’
A scribbled note, upon the top,
“I see potential, please don’t stop.”
“A writers group could improve your skills,
there you will find tips and weekly drills.”
“Seek these helpful sites to peruse,
Christian fellowship is what you should choose.”
I guess I’ve been wrong to push ahead,
learning the basics I will do instead.
My writing should be to spread His word,
the Lord will guide me to be heard.
“Release my soul from this contrite,
forgive me God, allow me to write.”
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