Hymn of the Little Pink Pen

The little pink pen
click-clicks, offbeat with
the rise of the song,
but she smiles
and tells me it sings.

I lift up my voice,
(click, click) but it drops
with the little girl’s tug
and her
rhapsodic whispering.

   And I think I remember a time when I
   could praise with my voice lifted loud and high,
   my worship not wandering, weary, and shy
   but as one with the hum of the thrum of the drum and—

The little girl spins
(click, click) offbeat with
the sway of the song,
laughing loud
over reverent amens. 

I hold her and rock
(click, click) offbeat with
the hallelujahs,
finding praise
with the song
of a girl 
and a 
little 
pink 
pen.

Written in stages, 10/24-11/11/22. I had trouble finding the rhythm and had to set the poem aside and come back to it later. I got there eventually. (The holiday season is rough, guys!)