Waiting With The Empty Page

In quiet hours...I am the
words.

And the page waits to
receive me.

Grateful to be filled.

~

It's a small distinction - to think and be the writer or simply let the words appear. We can ask for inspiration yet the grace of words is often fickle. Perhaps the trick is calm abiding - we wait, not eager, and not in fear of wordless moments - we wait with the patience of the artist totally joined with the spirit of art. Breathing, a single breath and again as if this is all we have time for, all the time in the world, breathing. It's enough to face the page and let the emptiness be - to meet it with the tender faith of perfect timing. It doesn't have to be now - now is the time of breath and calm abiding - yet we know the page is here. And words will come to those with patience.