This is the way I feel sometimes.

There are letters floating all around me and in me.
If only I could grab the right combination of those shiny characters—
snatch them out of the air,
shake them up in my hand,
toss them onto the paper,
then I could be profound.

Some days those letters don’t want to stop swirling long enough
to come together in a coherent thought.
Sometimes those ABCs just don’t cooperate.

When that happens,
I simply offer the alphabet to God.
I ask Him to arrange those twenty-six letters
into words, sentences, and paragraphs that please Him.

When my words are slow in coming,
I recall this advise on prayer given by Jewish rabbis:

“If you recite the alphabet five times very slowly,
God, to whom all prayers are known,
will put the letters together to form
the prayers you can’t put to words.”

After all,
He is The Word,
The Alpha-Omega.
“Lord, to whom shall we go?
You alone hold the words of life.”
John 6:68