These words swirling and floating through my mind
like leaves caught up in a gale
must escape me.
They must be wrestled and pinned down
before they can leave my mind to rest.
The pen in my hand my weapon
the paper journal pages my battlefield.
I must be still and listen to how those words should flow
waiting for inspiration and wisdom and honesty to coax them out.
Reading God’s word is how I fill my soul
and in that overflow the words come.
This is the plan God designed for me to be his mouthpiece.