No matter how long I’ve been a writer (over 30 years), I get stuck. Somehow, after all this time, I have times when I can’t remember how to get started. Or even what point I wanted to make. But then, I’m rescued from feeling inadequate with a fresh piece of paper or a blank screen and the words “What I want to say is…”
In life, too, I often feel stuck. Although I’ve been at this game for a while (53 years and counting), I find it hard sometimes to remember what I did the last time to get myself unstuck.
Then it comes to me, my method of escape.
In ragged, ugly jags of tears and anger. In broken husky whispers. Standing. Kneeling. Body flung facedown, a grounded starfish.
“And about the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, saying, Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani? that is to say, My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?” — Matthew 27:16 (KJV).
“Not that I speak in respect of want: for I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content. I know both how to be abased, and I know how to abound: every where and in all things I am instructed both to be full and to be hungry, both to abound and to suffer need. — Phillipians 4:11 – 12 (KJV).
a pang jubilation pulsing
off, on, off, on, on
beacon in the universe
I call me
this day a trial a joy
Jesus on my tongue, a
wafer of breathy complement
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