I Guess They Call this Writer’s Block

I can hear the river’s call
dancing along the bank.
It is the very sound of Life
as it pours from the heart.

This Stream of Silence
carries no passengers-
no stones, fish, or debris,
only water
flowing.

Yes,
I feel inspired, and yet
the pen rests on the page
in Stillness.

How many ways are there
to say, “I Love You?”

From and for God