a prayer for the writer

I've had a prayer, written by a writer who I deeply admire, pinned on the corkboard above my desk for the last year. Her words bring me comfort and serve to be a humble reminder of why I write, for whom I write, and what my words should point to.

Why write?

Why write when tomorrow you will likely forget my words?

Why write when quite possibly no one will read these words?

Why write when there are so many other, more qualified, more educated, more articulate writers out there?