Thursday, December 15, 2011

Poem: The Desk

The Desk

This is where, before light breaks over the quarry,
I read the bible, where I stare out of the window
to places far away and deep inside, where
I work, plead, talk to friends, rant, pay bills, and cry,

where I am surrounded by reminders of success
and failure, where the ancient wood glows in the night
like captured sun, where any hour of the day,
I can see the one I love, eternally smiling.

Here, I see worlds from a computer screen.
I see worlds inside my mind's eye.
I find peace, and frustration, and fear. 
This, is where I wait for God's breath.

This is where I write.


Yes, this really is my desk. I was experimenting with light the other night and took the picture, and from the picture, this poem. Funny how one things runs into another in life, isn't it?

You can click on the image for a larger version.


2 comments: said...

Nice poem. And such a clean desk! Makes me jealous! But really, so many good things said in the poem. Thanks for sharing.

Tom Atkins said...

Thank you for the kind words. And trust me, my desk is rarely that clean!