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.
  Blank,
  White,
    Nothingness…

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.
  Day,
  Night,
    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.

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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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