A Writer’s Thanks
Gracious Lord,
thank you for the joy of writing.
For the honor of being published.
For the blessing of being used.
The miracle of being paid.
The wonder of being read.
The blessing of my words being translated
and traveling around the world.
Amen.
Love this! Thank you for writing and sharing. Sincere and yet still showcases your humor. Bob. Happy Thanksgiving to you, Steve, and all of The SLA. 🦃
I love and appreciate this prayer. Amen
I thought I could write haute cuisine,
and show the world just who I am,
but reality fell short of dream,
and what I write is Spam,
these sonnets written all in haste
to entertain and tug
at heartstrings when in blogs they’re placed;
a feature, not a bug.
They are like a swamp-gas flare
here, then quickly gone,
but still they are crafted with care,
something of an antiphon
that has its own and ordained place
in the liturgy of writing grace.
Andrew, trust me, your poetry is not “quickly gone” at all. I am sure I am not only one who collects many of your moving and beautifully crafted sonnets, and another one was just published in God and Nature.
Sy, thank you so much. I’m honoured.
I try to get these sonnets written while they are relevant and timely as comments to a blog post, and always have to bow to ‘good enough, send it!’ There are times I wish I could rephrase things.
But good enough is good enough, and I’m content with that.
The liturgy of writing grace. Wow, I love that, Andrew!
Thankful for your gift of sonnet!
Pam, thank YOU!
Beautiful way to start my day.
Thank you, and God bless you! 💗🕊
Thanks to all of you who make this blog possible. Happy Thanksgiving Day!
Thanks Bob. You captured so much in this short post. I am still overwhelmed at the joy of being read, and treasure the feedback I get from readers.
Amen, Bob. When I heard my first novel was in Spain, Taiwan, Australia, and America, I was overjoyed. I pray that God will use it in a great and mighty way for His honor and glory.
Happy Thanksgiving, Bob and everyone!
Love it. Thanks, Bob.
Thank you. Bob, especially relate to the ‘wonder of being read!’
What a blessing is the writer’s journey.
Amen and amen. Happy, blessed Thanksgiving!
Thanks, Bob
I never expected my little book, “A Lady in the Lake,” to be translated. It’s a regional history book; most sales were local. So, when a woman I didn’t know, from Germany (!) sent me a photocopy of her German translation, gratis, as an appreciation, it blew me away.
Yesterday, just by happenstance, I was giving thanks for William Shakespeare, and the depths of human experience he captured so timelessly. In the process of lamenting the way recent “scholarship” has depreciated him because he’s only a “dead white male who wrote in English, the language of the oppressors,” it occurred to me, what if God deliberately planted that marvelous creative and understanding brain in England in the 17th century, precisely because God knew that in coming centuries, England would colonize the entire world and English would spread to all the world, and thus so would Shakespeare’s eloquent insights?
Don’t misunderstand: I’m not proposing that as a revisionist, proto-Christian theory. It’s simply a question that popped into my head, but what if…?
Comments, anyone?
Happy Thanksgiving!
Amen.
Bob, I like this and saved it in my quotes about writing. I can even see your humor in it.