I Write



I write not that
I may be loved by man
Because his love may fly away

I write with purpose
I write with force
Love me or not
That is your choice

How forcible is a right word!
Yet it has no power until
It’s written or heard.

I write
To confound the wicked
While uplifting the afflicted

I wait at night,
To be awaken by the Son.
I cannot write, but by His light.

I write
With depth,
Wherein the secret things are kept.

My nights are long.
My days are swift.
I don’t have forever,
To use this gift.

Therefore...I write with purpose.
I write with force.
Love me or not,
That is your choice.

Joyce Rogers

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