Last Night the Innerman
Came knocking.
He asked:
Can we write?
I answered:
Yes, of course.
But you know what we would write, right?
I motioned…
Yes, I know, he muttered.
Then I’m in, I quipped.

I’ve got you a pink ink pot, he pointed.
But the ink is purple…
I want you to write purple with it.
Write purple, he repeated.
Later, we would write green,
Everything you saw in the zoo,
Lanky and lean,
Pretty and mean,
And the symphony of Goethe,
The vision of Gettysburg,
The roses kept for the aisles rug,
The sagacity of the ages,
Warning to the unborn,
Hope for the fainting,
Love to them that suffer,
Blueprint to the confused,
Message to the nations.

Scribble down the writing on timeless parchments.
We have to write,
And we must write right.
#innerman
#wemustwrite
#timelessscriblings #loveandhope

