Tonight’s prompt at the dverse pub is about drought & flood. Writer’s block kind of reminds me of both.
About me settle swirling mists
Whose shape is void and formless
With words as soft as dawn’s first kiss
Yet till He breathes I’m speechless
Light breaks forth upon my deep
His Spirit stirs my soul
Living chords rise up to tease
Caught in His living winds
Lifted in the swirling breeze
Then the tide begins to ebb
The muse is gone again.