When the River Runs Dry

When the river runs dry When the river runs dry, tears of sorrow fill this poets eyes The words just won't flow, as the blank page clearly shows All life dries up as ideas and thoughts they get torn in two All around us can see it and sense it they feel the sorrow too For what is life without freedom of thought and it's expression? All poets like their words to be heard and read without exception Our Maker well knows our needs, knows us better than ourselves When the river runs dry, He gives us clean waters found in his well When we go to him and drink deeply of his fresh waters of truth Our soul and spirit are invigorated renewed like the days of our youth Our prayers are answered as copious tears shower down from on high We drink it all in till we're dripping wet, that's when we understand why When we rely on ourselves our own thinking from our imperfect minds That's when there's trouble, the page is blank and so the river runs dry. John Derek Hamilton April 17,2016