To write
It's like a storm
Is coming on.
Not much I can do
To stop it.
Words blow
Through my mind
Like the wind
And twinges of
Inspiration flop
Like great raindrops
From above.
Pretty soon I
Get swept away
And I can barely
Keep my fingers up
With the speed
Of my mind. Nothing
Can come between
Me
And the outpouring
Of ideas
On the blank
Computer screen.
__________________________
Today
But if I said
That everything feels
Great
I'd be lying.
I know I
Should be happier
Than I am
But there's a
Lingering mist
Of disappointment
And depression
In the air today.
26 years
Seems like something
I should have accomplished
More
In.
Yet here I sit
And nothing yet
Can be said
Of my breathtaking
Accomplishments
My daring
Feats of strength
My bold
Acts of faith
And my passionate
Worship of YHWH.
These 26 years
Feel wasted.
And today
I feel that
I've reached
A dead end
A gray street
A decaying tree
A dried out brook.
What can I do
But pray?
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