(Written on the only scrap of paper I had available at the time)
i. the spaces in the margins serve as ample ground for flowers to bloom from words sewn wildly beyond beds and left to bloom in discarded soil ii. pensive pens make busy work for fingers in distracted moods, the sunlight on the window pane an arrow for the wandering mind iii. these margin notes that smudge the page burst and clamour to be heard; though small they bolster with the lines that consume the page’s free space iv. but i will give these margins to the One Above who sees and owns all pages and all flowers, who crowns the lowly, lowers the proud v. who makes rich seas from autumn leaves, who scans the limbs of the sycamore tree, He who takes words small and weak: He will make these margins grandMarginalia
Published by Matthew Pullar
Teacher, writer, blogger, husband, father, Christian. Living in Wyndham in Melbourne's west, on the land of the Kulin Nation. Searching for words to console and feed hearts and souls. View more posts
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