Sara Kendrick Poet Rhyme

Disappearance

The muse has disappeared 
My eyes are heavy with tears
Writing seems to have vanished away
It has left me so I deeply fear

Stress has entered my humble home
It has left me feeling robbed and alone
Will the quiet and peace come back?
Or will my spirit just be racked...

I need the Great Spirit to guide me
Show me the way to better see
Relieve this pressure upon my being
As I fall down upon my old worn knees

I need to leave worldly problems
Worship in spirit and in truth
Oh! Holy Spirit surround me
Grant me the feeling of love's proof

Thanks for your presence
Thanks for the feeling of peace
Oh! Holy Spirit your tent has covered
The feelings now are relief....

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Andrea Dietrich July 23, 2011 at 11:34 AM I very well know this feeling that stress causes for us, bringing us to feel so low. It even gets into your joints and causes you to ache (I am guessing becuase I never had such aches until this year with all the stress). But we just have to soldier onm have faith, and be out best. Good writing, Sara.

John Freeman July 21, 2011 at 6:01 AM The mind persona can be the great oppressor, like an unruly toy that has it own idea of plan of action, Sara. One must control one's mind in order to have peace in this old world. Agape, Moses

Jayne Eggins July 21, 2011 at 5:36 AM smile lovely ending Sara nice to read you again its been too long love Jayne

Poet Destroyer A July 20, 2011 at 8:17 PM I hope and pray all is well with you. Your poem has deep emotions.. one has to put up with ,,in life.. enjoyed your poem,, have yourself a wonderful and blessed day,..p.d.

Doris Culverhouse July 20, 2011 at 7:11 PM Sweet write mom....sorry you have to go through a rough time. Hope it gets better soon. Just put your foot up the butt of the offender. hehe

Carolyn Devonshire July 20, 2011 at 6:13 PM You had me worried in the first few verses, Sara. Surely, your muse returned when your put your worldly problems in God's hands. Love the inspiration in this poem. Have been feeling stressed and am happy to know God is always there to guide me. Beautifully written, dear. Love, Carolyn

Cory Long July 20, 2011 at 6:06 PM Take a walk through the woods and you will find the gift it holds.. love cory

Don Johnson July 20, 2011 at 5:02 PM Hey babe the soupers love you dearly, and dummy here does too!!! I'd drop by for a cuddle, pelicans might misconstrue. this poet would jerk you from the floor, and swing you all around, get that smile upon your face, we'd go n paint the town:) be happy babe, Don

Debbie Guzzi July 20, 2011 at 2:51 PM Sara you need an adventure to feed the muse [can you soup mail me what is a Low Country Boil?}] Light & Love

Nette Onclaud July 20, 2011 at 9:04 AM i bless you with more graces, dear sara... the Holy Spirit is with you as He likewise leads me through His many gifts.. beautiful! :) huggs, nette

Judy Ball July 20, 2011 at 4:36 AM An excellent prayer my friend. One we should all pray. One of praise, thanksgiving and petition. Great job here. God Bless, JB

Don Johnson July 19, 2011 at 8:37 PM Expect life to improve, I say, and love will find another groove, put hope upon your sorry brow, reflections will improve, anyway, love ya babe, Don

Rachel Albritton July 19, 2011 at 4:52 PM nice rhythm...Rachel

Jack Ross Jr. July 19, 2011 at 3:26 PM moving, spiritual, heart touching, so very true. Great write Sare....God bless and keep. Thanks for you kind and gracious comments on Trying to find me, so much appreciated my lovely Lady....with Love Old Jack

Linda-Marie Sweetheart July 19, 2011 at 2:51 PM HE is ever there when we call Sara.. don't lose heart .. an amazing spiritual journey in poetic bliss my friend.. rest in HIM.. all is well luv..