Gifted Slime

My words are flowing today,

Pencil on paper

Dripping with letters of pastel slime

Not a sticky slime of gooey mucus,

A slime of soft clouds

Touched by God Himself

I received His gift

Of poetic slime

And I shape the lightly colored glob kissed by God

Into a beautiful voice

The ninth of November

Is a day of realization

This early morning,

Words were begging to be written

The Holy Spirit poking my heart