Difficult Psalm

I loathe the times I cannot write

precisely when

I need to,

but it won’t come.

My words escape my pen

crumple my paper

and mock me.

Emotions wrought bring silence,

not one word profound

though passion flares with prayers.

I beg You to stop

cancer riddled blood cells

daughters tempted by rebellion

beautiful breasts attacked by cancer

and mother's suffering to breathe.

To roll up my sleeves

and nail these to simple words

hardly does them justice
let alone, cure.

I swim upstream

and my words

spawn nothing.

But to you, oh Lord
I swim.

patricia spreng

(fix my eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of my faith....  I will let him do the writing.)