Who wrote this?
I sat down to write with half an outline, and a vague plan in my mind
Letting my fingers move quickly all over the keyboard
Writing fast, getting it down
Then the slowdown, the pauses
some erasing and rewording
Moving sentences around
Looking up synonyms
Sitting in silence for a long while
Chasing quotations and favorite authors
Listening for the rhythm of this piece
Re reading and rearranging a few lines
Substituting this word for that
Then the break from it all
Playing spider solitaire
Getting more coffee
I Came back and deleted a sentence and then put it back again
Added a new idea and an illustration
Read everything one more time
Finally Clicked the X in the corner and went away.
I open it today and read it again and wonder
Who wrote this? Where did these ideas come from?
These particular words strung together?
I take all these words and speak them out loud
Finding more power in them than I knew
An insight I had not even seen
And when I tell one story I find myself almost in tears
Who wrote this?
People sit in silence
Watching me, listening, sometimes nodding, occasionally sleeping, responding
To these words of mine
Afterwards, they give me their words
Thank you pastor, You spoke to me today,
And sometimes I know that is true
So, I wonder again – Who wrote this?
I was the one who spent time with a pen in hand or typing on a computer keyboard
I was the one who deleted sentences, substituted words, cut and pasted whole passages
I was the one who strained in the evening with self doubt and was surprised in the morning with new insights
And yet when it is finished and printed or published or spoken
There is a deep awareness that there is more here than my limited efforts
I savor the mystery and wonder and awe of creativity and
celebrate the gift and the art and the struggle of writing