Poem For Writers

By Frances Bourne Taft

God, make my pen an implement of Your power.
Where there is ignorance, let it bring enlightenment;
Where there is prejudice, understanding;
Where there is cynicism, faith;
Where there is indifference, challenge;
Where there is loneliness, companionship;
Where there is fear, courage;
Where there is ugliness, beauty;
Where there is weariness, re-creation.
Place upon the feeble fingers that guide the pen
Thine all encompassing hand.
Fill my hand with Your truth,
My heart with Your love,
My whole being with Your spirit.
Grant me the supreme gift
Of forgetfulness of self in service to others,
And make Your purpose mine.