I feel lost in an ocean of raging words,
adrift and alone; powerless to gain control
of the helm. I have no sail to catch the wind
and I fear my vessel is doomed to destruction.
My voyage was meant to be a boon to the world
but, alas, Iíve lost all sense of direction.
My creativity once thrived on strong direction
but somewhere, somehow the flood of words
got jumbled, muddy, confusing to a world
that expected to understand every word I control.
Who can understand the reason for destruction?
My reason for writing has become a puff of wind.
Let it be. Iíll toss my soul to the unyielding wind
and see if God still occasionally looks my direction.
Perhaps He will shed light on the senseless destruction
that gags my soul on putrid, ineffective words.
They want me to write garbage. I have no control
over what they want, they need. They are the world.
They donít see my dread and fear of the world.
How can they know my words are lost in the wind?
Somehow I must regain a modicum of control
so my vessel can be turned toward a true direction,
allowing hidden thoughts to capture lost words.
Only then will my heart escape impending destruction.
Oh, Lord, You have always kept me from destruction.
I repent for ever yielding to the dictates of the world
in its attempt to force me to write contrary words.
Contrary words deserve to blow aimlessly in the wind.
Let me write Your words. They give life new direction,
keeping my vessel enveloped in Your water tight control.
I reclaim my words that had been under fearís control
and I refuse to cower to threats of my destruction.
Godís breath is the wind that guides my direction
and His words will bring fresh hope to a frightened world.
The Lord looked on me and I lost my fear of the mighty wind.
Somewhere, unexpected, I learned God had restored my words.
God gave me my direction, putting me in complete control
so all my newly anointed words will nullify the fear of destruction.
It will be clear to the world who is the master of the wind.
This poem is dedicated to all the writers who have ever gotten discouraged during a dry spell. Don't worry about dry spells... God still has something for you to say.
We all need a break between assignments to refresh ourselves in HIM. I, as others, have felt this dryness in other areas of life as well as writing. God is still on HIS throne and we are to wait patiently for the next assisgnment. GOD BLESS YOU