My Tongue Is the Pen Of A Ready Writer Psalm 45:1

My tongue is the pen of a ready writer

Vibrating with energy to create words that are powerful and have meaning

Deeper than thoughts, now able to bounce off walls and floors and ceilings

The voice that has heard these thoughts so revealing

Now loosed in the atmosphere forever to never return … but for all to learn and to discern

My tongue is the pen of a ready writer

To speak with intention at the mere mention of wrong becoming right, my soul in the middle of a night

Yearning for dark to become bright and the hidden to release the light

Words and energy fields rippling outward to undo and become undone

My tongue is the pen of a ready writer

Able to connect and attract and direct and attack 

To decree and agree and build and set free

My tongue is the pen of a ready writer

Never running dry of ink or lead or hand to hold or paper weight that flies away

My sounds of heaven released to stay envisioning the dawning of a brand new day

This is the pen that has been given to me, my destiny

For my tongue is the pen of a ready writer.

There is nothing heavier or any lighter than a guard on my mouth that keeps me silent

Bound in chains because they refuse to hear   

The truth for fear

Liberation is here

For you were set free long ago, don’t you know?  

On a tree blowing in the breeze unlocked by the key

So hold your pain a little tighter, shine your light a little brighter  

Get ready for my future

For my tongue is the pen of a ready writer.

 

Charmaine Hinds