Introverts Perspective

27, 3-7 – SHOW NOTES AND COPYRIGHTS, 10/23/2021Today we are going to discuss me and my writing relationship with God.  I have talked about praying before, but for an introvert, which I am, there is a reason for writing.  Writing poetry is me.  I am more comfortable expressing myself on the written page than on a personal level.  At least that was me until . . . . . . The 3 poems I have chosen today are from Living In God’s Rhyme. (©2017 by Tim Carter)AN INTROVERT’S VOICE (pg. 39)It is that voice inside,Inside his brain, his mind,That is like a moving train.Silently, it is that kind.Thoughts like the wind,Blowing brain matter around,Scattering rhyming lettersEverywhere without a sound.It’s not that he has nothing to say,And it’s not that he has lost his way.It’s more like he has turned to stoneFrom feeling safe when being alone.He can smileFor a while.Yes, he can talk,But would rather walk.I guess it’s hard to explainThis silent running train.Thoughts are there having formed words,So many words that no one has heard,Words that haven’t found a voice,Unsure of how to make a choice.For him, uncertain,He closes the curtain.Unable to explain,His voice is quiet.So he writesWords of rights,Words of wrongs.It is hereWhere he is strongSo you can hear.An unspoken after thought:Not sure it makes any sense.More an exercise in Rhyming introspectionThan an explanation.Or maybe it is more.THE BOOK ON THE SHELF (Pg. 153)_I asked the Lord, what do I writeHe replied, write of yourselfTake the book of your life off the shelfOpen you heart and turn on the lightSo, here I am, where have I misplaced that bookThe many nooks and crannies where I have lookedWere empty, as if they had been visited by a crookWhen did I last use it, that memory someone tookI prayed, Lord, show me what I have missedAt which he led me through a fine and foggy mistTo the place on a shelfWhere I found myself.Sometimes I close the cover to my lifeAnd then I find that every day is a fightAs I fail to follow the light he has shining on meA light that does reflect from him so that I can seeI have these days when I lose my wayWhen the world around me tears at my heartWhen the world around me leads me astrayWhen I awake sleepy eyed at the day’s new startMaybe it was a word, a thought, a slight I did perceiveSomething I was unprepared that day to receiveMaybe it was just meMaybe I just didn’t seeThe book on the shelf is where I was found The book where the story of my life is boundWhere God placed me to keep me safeAs the world around me runs its raceSometimes I get off track in the race I runWhen I confuse God’s blessings with earthly funWhen I get caught in life’s struggles before the day is doneWhen I distract myself from the life I have with God’s SonMy story is one of God’s love for meA story of his infinite grace in my lifeHis forgiving of my many wanderingsA story of my faith in God and his in meReflection on The Book on the ShelfThere is no punctuation when the day is a run on sentenceA sentence