Beloved God, <br /> <br />The one field <br />I know how to plow <br />is the field of the blank page. <br /> <br />For You <br />may I plow these fields <br />and leave them furrowed and sown <br />with words and feelings and ideas, <br /> <br />and from these pages <br />may thousands of flowers bloom. <br />May the fruit form and grow ripe. <br />Let me be fed, <br /> <br />and feed others with the surplus, <br />and may great trees grow, <br />giving shade to many. <br /> <br />I offer this, <br />today's small harvest, <br />to You. <br /> <br />May it lead <br />to an Abundance <br />that will serve You well. <br /> <br />Amen<br /><br />Max Reif<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/17aug-a-writer-s-prayer/
