Ink in my Blood
Ink in my Blood
Brother Christopher Benedict reflects upon his life as a journalist and his experiences good or bad…
Ink in my Blood
The ink is in my blood.
My life will always be stained.
Throughout all the glories,
I will remember, too, the pain.
The devotion goes beyond a job.
Some say it’s a career.
I take my words and camera
where others wouldn’t go near.
Give me an idea, a tip, a lead,
anything to get me started.
I won’t stop until the story
is typed, printed and parted.
The ink is in my blood.
My life will always be stained.
Throughout all the glories,
I will, too, remember the pain.
As the hours accumulate,
I get paid for a five—day week.
The new information is the key,
and deadlines are hard to beat.
Without energy from the Lord,
stories and photos are the same.
Without such inspiration,
stories are stale, and pictures plain.
The ink is in my blood
My life will always be stained.
While I think about the glory,
I always remember the pain.
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