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Poem: “I Must Seek Out Paper”

by on Mar 05, 2017 in Poetry
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I Must Seek Out Paper

If the words were mine, I should fear for my soul,
For surely pride would betray me.
’Tis better as is, that He is the author,
And I, just a happy pen.

Oft times the words flow in a rapid verse,
And at others a slow line at a time,
But always He directs
I record.

Thus it has been for some time now,
Long I hope it will continue.
In the quiet of night, He stirs my hand,
And I must seek out paper.

I pray, I pray that we shall continue,
For what purpose only He knows,
But I am here when He calls my name,
And I willingly sit at the table.

L. Lapiz 6/6/93


L.Lapiz retired after 38 years in the of fire protection industries and services.  Other than marriage and the birth of his children, the outstanding events in his life were visiting Fatima and meeting Mother Theresa.