these gardens of time
When I sit down to write, whether poem or story or novel, I strive to touch the soul and the imagination and move the heart.
The universal human condition calls to me. It speaks to me. It's a kind of magic, the words, the hearts of so many people speaking to me and I reach for my pen to put their words to paper.
These miraculous wonders, heartfelt - some beautiful, some tragic - are woven into words, painting a picture for the soul to feel, the eye to see and the heart to feel ...
What happens next is nothing short of a miracle. Folks write to me and say that what was written was exactly what they needed at that moment. They ask, how did you know?
The answer is simple. I didn't know, but God did. He knew you needed those words. He knew exactly what you needed.
He always does.
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