This poem was inspired by a note my Creative Writing Instructor emailed to me after I submitted my final portfolio to him for grading this semester.
He gave me a A as my final grade, plus said I had a gift for writing, was a very prolific writer, and was a great storyteller.
It was a blessing and encouragement to hear that, as he is not only an instructor, but also quite an accomplished and published writer himself.
No one has ever called me “prolific” before, except God did say: in Psalm 92:14 that “They shall still bear fruit in old age; They shall be fresh and flourishing,” (prolific means fruitful or abundant) and I have always believed upon that verse for myself.
So thank you God for blessing me with a prolific writing ability. I pray I can use it to bring You glory.
The other evening I was creating a collage using some torn paper and I wanted to title the balloon in the picture with the word “Happiness”. I did not want to write or print the word but hoped to find it in a magazine that I could cut out and paste in. I looked in magazine after magazine to no avail. The best thing I could find was the word “Happy”—no Happiness.
I decided then that I would just have to find some letters to cut and paste in order to make the word myself.
That is when the realization came to me that in life we often search and search for Happiness and never find it, because we really need to create it ourselves