The glow, the static buzz
The potential of white space
A treasury of unwritten prose
Receptacle of faith and grace.
The emptiness of a dawning day
The thrill of as yet unlived life
The hope contained within the womb
The whetting of an unused knife
A call to arms for those who see
A challenge to those who care
Inviting mind and heart to write
White space to fill for those who dare.
© Dave Kavanagh @ daithiocaomanaigh.com