In the age of information, I have been given the chance to write. The chance to tell my story in my own words. The chance to dream my dreams and share them. What a gift.
I always knew that I would be at least a closet writer. But I never dreamed my form of expression would touch poetry. It has only been three years since I have discovered this gift, within a gift.
Empty auditoriums, silent church buildings, and closed temples. Despite the shutdown, writing has never stopped. We still need the writer. The storyteller is ever vital.
We have again been shown the power of written words.
Be it fiction, poetry, memoir, or essay, written words have sustained many of us this past year. Did we take them for granted?
Today I thank God for this gift in all its forms.
©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef