Taking Dictation
Sometimes it seems, that when I write;
the words, somehow write themselves;
an external source, reveals the Light;
as though they were written by elves.
Such fanciful thoughts, make no sense;
for I don’t believe elves exist;
and yet, I must say, that in my defense;
such thoughts are hard to resist.
I’m often outdoors, as knowledge rains;
soaking my being with it’s thought;
ideas dance round, within my brain;
I’m parroting what I’ve been taught.
Everyone writes with the skill of a scribe;
when the Master is standing near;
when, from His cup, you generously imbibe;
and, the Master has your ear.
The Master is much like a ventriloquist;
while, I’m, appropriately his dummy;
he grants me the power of a soliloquist;
as tho, he and I are quite chummy.
He pulls my strings, and moves my lips;
I dance to his every demand;
saturating my voice with wisdom and quips;
for, all Wisdom is at His command.
You may not believe, for it seems odd;
I might as well, be on vacation;
the author of what I write is God;
for, I’m just taking dictation.
Monty 12/11/21. # 859