I need to write something but I can’t flesh it out. It’s sitting there behind a landslide of pressure and expectation. Why is it so hard to get to? Words are a river ever flowing, moving too quickly to the sea, slipping through my desperate grasp; I need a reservoir, waiting, ever full.

Release me from this tomb of silent sludge,oh God. Fill me with Holy inspiration and artful expression. I am but a child in a world I do not understand, I cry out to you for my every need. You alone can fill this empty place.

Make me a servant of your will. Take away my plans and troubled intentions. Free me from the prison of my own agenda Father! You are the breath of life; I struggle apart from you. Turn my trial into triumph, oh God.

Your will be done on this writer’s page, for your glory alone, amen.