They lower the ropes deep, deep into the well until they hear the ripples on the surface, and they dip their bucket until it’s fully submerged, and then they pull.  They heave, hand over hand, raising the heavy-laden vessel, to the brim and overflowing, until it meets daylight, and they hold it out, spilling over, so we can drink.

And they quench our parched lips with their words yet leave us longing another sip, like hot tea that warms from the inside out but still makes us thirst for more.

And with delicate tools they etch images on the sheer panels of our minds so we see them when we close our eyelids and then open, looking for more.  And they paint with brushes dipped in emotion and truth, landscapes and portraits worthy of museum display, and we stand and stare and soak it in.

They are the writers.

And we are grateful.

 

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8 thoughts on “they are the writers

  1. These words… they capture it. That moment, the moment the black and white pierces the deep place of my heart and pours in life. Thank you! This is beautiful! {So grateful to meet you here in FMF}.

  2. These are beautiful words. As I capture these beautiful words that is pierces in a very deep place in my heart and pours over in my life every day is very special to me. I write for the good Lord above every single day and share my writing with others in hoping that it will make a difference in there life and brighten there day.

  3. I’m smiling after reading this. Can you see me? I’m smiling. 🙂 These are beautifully poetic words. All of them. I especially feel this, “And they paint with brushes dipped in emotion and truth…” Yes. Emotion and truth. Glorious TRUTH. Thank you for sharing these words of truth and emotion with us all today. xoxo-Meredith

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