The Reasons I Write
by Anita Hackley Lambert
I write because silence has stories to tell,
In the hush of the morning or midnight’s soft spell.
Each whisper of memory, each glance of the past,
Becomes living ink on a page meant to last.
I write for the voices that tremble in pain,
For hearts that feel lost in life’s pouring rain.
I stitch them in sentences, gentle and true,
So someone out there knows—I see you, too.
I write to remember the ones who stood tall,
Who carried the burdens and dared not to fall.
Their courage, unsung, now dances in lines,
Restored in the rhythm where their legacy shines.
I write because truth has a fire that burns,
A flame that ignites with each soul it returns.
It kindles the weary, brings light to the blind,
And leaves trails of healing in the corners of the mind.
I write for the laughter, the joy that takes flight,
For moments that shimmer in God’s holy light.
The giggles of children, the warmth of a friend—
These treasures of life that no money can lend.
I write to connect, to reach, to restore,
To open love’s window and not close the door.
Each word is a handshake, a prayer, or a smile—
A step with the broken who walk the hard mile.
I write for the woman who’s rising again,
For the child who wonders if peace will remain.
I write for the dreamer who almost let go,
To say: There is purpose—you’re meant to know.
I write because Heaven once breathed into me
A calling, a message, a soul set free.
With every heartbeat, with every breath,
I write to awaken what once slept in death.
So if you should read this and feel something stir,
Know that these pages were written for her.
For him. For them. For you, dear friend—
A love crafted on paper that never will end.
And that, in full truth, is the reason I write:
To shine God’s glory into someone’s night.
To echo His mercy, His joy, and His grace—
And wrap every reader in His warm embrace.
Copyright 2025 by Anita Hackley Lambert
