I feel like I'm in a season of drought,

Mirroring my environment, water without —

Where the poems used to spring forth,

Now have run out.

I keep going back over archived poems;
Where the themes spill abundance
And Your goodness told —

Inspiring:

I will not lose hope;

I will not give up!

I will keep mucking about
Searching for a rhyme.

Holy Spirit, may you send your love down through me to others,
And turn words into wine —