Petra and I are hard at work on several book projects right now, including the sequel to Manly Hero, so I’ve been spending lots of time doing that most writerly of things — staring at blank sheets of paper, wondering what worlds they contain.
It’s reminded me of this poem, about holding lofty goals with grace and humor, and about the sacred nature of common things:
Paper Prayer
Oh, grant me the noble patience of an empty sheet of paper, imbued with all potential, equally content to bear a great eureka and bend the flow of history or a quick reminder to grab three lemons and a jar of spicy pickles.
I hope these first days of August find you well, with plenty of lemons and spicy pickles. :)
~ A
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When I read this, I think, " Well, all start with piece paper or something to write on." Thus the more meaning to this poem just for that. Well done!
I love the juxtaposition of the extraordinary and the ordinary in this poem.