Friends

Does my writing touch you?
Does it speak to one of your mysteries?
If it does, I am happy for you
But do not anoint me as your guide, for I am not worthy

I write for my soul and not yours
I seek my own peace and my own spirit
The words mark my journey
Form over the horizon I may need to find my way back

They were written for me
Arrogance would presume that they have value for you
To write for you would deny me
The reward that I seek

I mean no harm but my motives are selfish
I will never write for you for I have no right
I do not know your path, your pain or your joy
Your truth is yours to seek alone, so choose wisely

I do not allow myself the sin of prideful writing for you
I am one who seeks much and knows nothing
Take what you will from me there is no fee
But I do not give the words, you have found these discarded markers

If you find value, joy or wisdom
Or if not, then just as certainly
May you find your own spirit, joy and peace
Either way, I welcome you always into my life