A Blank Page
The New Year like a book lies before me;
On its cover two words, “My Life,” I see.
I open the covers and look between —
Each page is empty, no words can be seen,
For I am a writer, I hold the pen
That’ll fill these pages to be read by men.
Just what kind of book will my book be,
My life written there for others to see,
Each day a page written, one by one —
Will it be worthwhile when finished and done?
Lord, help me keep these pages clean and fair
By living the life I’d have written there.
~ Gertrude Laura Gast