I love to paint pictures, but I use no brush
I sprinkle seeds to take root, but I'm neither a farmer nor a gardener
I do cut and chop at times, but never in the kitchen
I produce talking snakes and flying pigs out of thin paper, but I'm no magician
I travel many places without leaving my seat, but I'm not a heavenly being
I sit, stare and sigh most my working hours, yet no one dares to fire me
I receive no pension nor a monthly salary, yet I choose not to quit my work
Others know me by my voice rather than my face
I marvel at others' work, but my very own I tend to doubt a lot
Silk and scent do not entice me as books and blogs do
I hold a wealth that counts so much, yet others see me as poor and unemployed
I call my work a ministry, but I do not work within the church
Who Am I?
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Grinning from ear to ear, yet also shedding a little tear! you nailed it. Write on, dear writer:)
ReplyDeleteThanks Janet. I was thinking of winding down,but your words give me no choice, but to keep writing.You too keep writing!
ReplyDeleteThis is beautifully written, Sulo. I think I have the same job you do! And I'm grinning too! Thanks for your inspiration.
ReplyDeleteThanks Sharon. Aren't we blessed to work for the same Boss?
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely, Sulo - and so true :-)
ReplyDeletePriceless! this is so clever and so TRUE!
ReplyDeleteWhat an enjoyable read! Very well written and very true :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Ladies for your encouraging comments.
ReplyDeleteYou're a writer! :) I like this post, Sulo.
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