My Name
When I am open,
I am so close to God.
Insane is the pen
that writes my name,
but He put it in my hand.
Please, tell me this,
can anything bring you closer
to God
than your black lines
asking others to bring color
to your drawing?
Be honest.
No.
When you write fast,
your hand begins to squirm
until there are no words.
There are squiggles,
and then there are shapes,
so many different shapes,
more shapes than 26 letters
can make,
and there is your name.
There.
You open up.
God is bringing you to his chest.
Black lines on the page
will bring you places.