If only goals were easy.

To envision and pen and speak.

Yet I am often finding myself,

Without any ink.

A vision here.

A note there.

Believing I am just on the brink.

Yet the clock tells time.

And I rewind.

All I’ve completed are hours of “think.”

Going nowhere.

Meditate.

Isolate.

With me, myself, and God.

He brings me in.

Calms my whim.

Focuses my pen.

With prayer and praise.

I offer my days.

Because without Him I cannot win.

Without Him, all the lights of my dreams look dim.

Take my hand.

Make it write.

Use my voice with all Your might.