A Finished Journal
I finished a Journal recently (Journal of Doom, not the one I write only pretty handwriting in) and wrote this poem to reflect on that feeling of finishing a notebook that you've written on every page.
Enjoy!
The weight of a journal filled with ink
will for years communicate what I tend to think
Does it glorify God? Does it show I'm in love?
Did I focus on the positive events in my life enough?
Am I living in the past or the future ahead?
Am I fully in Christ? Or into myself instead?
The weight of this book when the ink is on the page
will show if I've been free or trapped in a cage.
Enjoy!
The weight of a journal filled with ink
will for years communicate what I tend to think
Does it glorify God? Does it show I'm in love?
Did I focus on the positive events in my life enough?
Am I living in the past or the future ahead?
Am I fully in Christ? Or into myself instead?
The weight of this book when the ink is on the page
will show if I've been free or trapped in a cage.
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