I'm still here
Waiting for the right words.
They tend to come and go
Without telling how long
They plan to stay.
Sometimes, in despair
I force them.
That's when they come out all wrong,
Broken and disjointed
A marred reflection of my thoughts.
So, I patiently wait
Hoping beyond hope
That words spill out
And fill this empty page,
With life
And love
And joy
Creating but a glimpse
Of our saving grace,
Jesus.
