by Sarah Earlene Shere, ©2024
(Apr. 26, 2024) — The words tumbled out onto the page. Poor little dears, they were quite mixed up and a bit incoherent. Still, they had made it onto the page, and that is the very least anyone can expect from words just brought out into the light of day. For a moment, they lay there, quite uncertain of their future. First, they studied themselves, then they looked around at their brothers and sisters with scrutiny. Soon they each felt content with the belief that there were others less adequate than themselves. Lastly, they looked up, suddenly aware that there was someone high above them.
The writer gazed out the window with a thoughtful scowl. With bated breath, the words watched the ripples slowly fade from the brow, replaced by a wistful smile across the lips. Then the author picked up pen and turned toward the scattered words upon the page. With swift strokes, the writing implement gracefully glided across the parchment.
The words felt themselves swept up and carried around. They felt light and dizzy, in the most pleasant of carefree ways. Finally, they were securely put in place. Again, they surveyed their surroundings. To their surprise, each word noticed themselves more strikingly beautiful than before. But, to their amazement, they found this was due to the fact that their individual brilliance was only possible by the beauty of the others around them. The words could see now how deeply they needed each other to help them be all they could be. Still, this was not possible without someone having arranged them and planned exactly where they should be.
With a sudden sense of humility and awe, the words looked up at the author. The writer smiled, nodded, and lifted their eyes to Heaven.