The Search

Nothing to expound upon.
No thought takes hold.
All creativity gone.
No inspiration.

Where is the passion?
Where is the song?
All is vacant,
Like a dry and thirsty land.

Does not my soul cry out?
Do I not search?
Though the Lord forsakes me not,
  All is void,
  Without reply.
How can my soul be consoled?

Anxiously I wait for you Lord.
    Time passes…

But what is this?
So near,
  Within reach,
  A soft touch with fingertips.
You are as close to me as your written word,
Your living word, the bread of life.

But He answered and said, “It is written, ‘Man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word that proceeds from the mouth of God.’  Matthew 4:4

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