Somewhere between my heart and pen
There must be a broken link;
I’m never short on words or whim—
It’s midnight and my brain is dim—
Can’t express it like I think.
Perhaps a wire has come away
Or I have maybe blown a fuse;
Tomorrow in the light of day
Might inspiration come my way?
I’ll go to bed, I’ve nought to lose.
I toss and turn the whole night long
As rhyme and verse race through my head,
At first a sonnet, then a song—
In my dreams not a word went wrong—
Morning comes, inspiration’s fled.
I’ll sit and read; it might come back;
Other’s thoughts might help inspire,
Might get my thinking back on track,
Supply the wisdom I now lack,
Fix the fuse or broken wire.
Still nothing happens; lines are dead,
My pen and paper wait around;
‘Till lyrics birth inside my head,
They must wait, they can’t be fed
Until some words of worth are found.
A sudden thought—‘go read the psalms’—
Transformation in a blink;
God’s Spirit with His soothing balm
Renews my mind, restores my calm,
His presence heals the broken link.
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