When creativity lies dormant - Words of Joy
Words sing in my spirit, seeking their exit. Ready to explode upon the page. I hug some close, for now is not their time. They must lie dormant and wait a while. A poetry anthology (or 2) sit on the back-burner, simmering slow. A set of prayer whispers and devotional prayers lie stagnant. A memoir meanders round my head, only partly started. Will I be here to complete it? I sit impatient, twiddling my thumbs at my ineptitude and inability to complete those things I long to bring forth. God whispers:Everything has its moment to arise and be seen. Not