That flow from the author's hand.
But they fall far short of the thought construed,
So he must try again.
Over and over he pours out his heart,
Yet to no avail.
The spirit has gone, lost in life,
And mere words simply fail.
He tries to delve into his mind,
Where he found them once before.
But emptiness is all he finds,
So he tries again once more.
He surrenders his pen, collects his thoughts,
And falls upon his knees.
One last chance to find the light,
That others in turn might see.
With newfound hope he starts again,
As the Word within him burns.
Filling the page with thoughtfulness,
The Spirit has returned.