MY WRITING DESK

MY WRITING DESK

I sit at my writing desk,

a brightly polished

mahogany escritoire,

with a huge writing leaf,

folding down to reveal

rows of cubbyholes

and tiny little drawers,

cleverly concealing

a hidden portfolio

of glittering pens,

snow-white paper,

priceless tools to

craft words in wisdom,

to underscore the

royal art of writing.

There is a direct line

from the human brain

to the written word,

as powerful as any

bright God-given light.

When spoken words fail,

written ones keep us alive.

Seated at my writing desk,

I discover the awe-inspiring

power of the written word.

It transforms my life into the

stuff that dreams are made of.

I am in my ivory palace,

weaving tales into being,

crafting pearls into poems,

and dreams into reality.

© MIRIAM JACOB