A Small Drop of Ink

But words are things, and a small drop of ink,
Falling, like dew, upon a thought, produces
That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.
~ Lord Byron

Why do I write? Because I cannot help myself. To write ~ whether it be songs, poetry, or prose ~ is like breathing. I have no choice in the matter. If I do not write, I languish. If I do not write, thoughts become jumbled, perceptions become twisted and my soul wanders aimlessly ~ lost and bewildered. Therefore I write.

Why do I blog? I have never blogged before, although I have read many of them ~ many quite good and some earth-shattering in their ability to change the world ~ or at least make a few people stop and think. I hope and pray that this blog will be one of those. I am not so egotisitical to think that my little scribblings will "peirce your very soul", but if one person out there reads my ink spots and walks away more thoughtful, or kinder or more at peace, then my pen has done its job for the day.

Oremus pro invicem,
~ M. D'eigh