faltering pen

The pen pauses over the paper and words fail the writer before reaching the hand.
Thoughts come only to stutter, halt, and vanish while silence occupies spaces that once were full and flowing.
Nothing stirs in the imagination.
Nothing visits the mind.
Nothing urges the pen to make its marks.
No great thought.
No clear directions.
The questions come and the head puts the heart to the test.
Is there an attitude, motive or impure thing that‘s blocking the mind and causing the pen to falter?
The soul waits…..listening….hoping….questioning.
Then quietly He gently pulls the soul toward Himself and He leans in to whisper,
”Come….sit awhile with Me.”

About 2b14u

I'm just a person. A person who has learned a lot of truth in the darkest days of life. The truth that glimmered, flashed and at times broke through like a day's dawn all came from the hands of a mighty God. His light makes the darkness worth it. To know my background, visit my posts titled "Jack-in-the-Box" and "Jack's Still Jumping"- Feb. 2012.
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5 Responses to faltering pen

  1. Mindy says:

    Beautiful! I’ve missed your posts.


  2. Stephanie says:

    Love it. Good reminder.


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