Clinging to dried up habits.
This dry soil has been my home.
I saw little growth or change.
Yet I yearned for the rain of Mercy
To soak the hard crust of fear,
To awaken my writers soul.
The seeds of thought germinate.
Assimilated emotions, reflections,
Connected quotes and philosophy
Grow into stories
The creative process is subconscious
Energized by the Spirit
I am coming back to life
Through the flow of words
Sheltered under Gabriel’s wings
Freedom to flow
In the Word
With the Word
Through the Word