I wonder often: What is mine to share with the world?
If the pen is mightier than the sword, what is mine to share but only a word?
Word is my sword, and I shall use it to cut free from the chains of my mind, from the shackles of my heart.
To write is to think; to think is to speak; to speak is to create. What am I creating?
If I don’t write, do I stop thinking?
Defrost, o God, my mind, unshackle my heart, craft my word, bless my sword.
For the time has come to clear the vistas and see further than ever before,
to bring back and share the most precious — timelessness of your love.
Thinking of you with love.
Biljana