I went to lunch at a fast food place today, which I rarely do as I don’t like fast food but my companions chose our lunch place so I went with it.
I asked for a cup of water to drink and was served it in a plastic cup with plastic lid.
I asked for a straw and was given a paper wrapped paper straw.
I really dislike paper straws, they taste awful to me, however I can support their use in an attempt to save the environment, however I do not understand the purpose of providing paper straws in plastic cups with plastic lids, if seems to defeat the whole purpose.
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.