Early morning darkness
Peace fills wakening mind
Gathering every word
Another light he finds
Candle flickers nearby
Aroma filling room
Harvesting one more thought
Imagination blooms
Pen continues journey
Filled with inner meaning
Opening up heart’s spirit
His garden now greening
Breath of past dropping in
Memories full of light
Remembering again
Solitude always bright
Blessed sunrise arrives
New day now waits to fill
Cascading to new page
Ripples from writer’s quill
From high mountaintop
Searching life below
Fertile forest rests
Winding river knows
Small village stirring
Resting beneath high peaks
River’s magic breathes
Feeding from small creeks
Season’s transition
Waiting for winter’s rest
Valley’s colors burst
Painting autumn’s quest
Quiet solitude
Singing with every breeze
Sunset to sunrise
Feeling river’s tease
River’s view steadies
Passing from year to year
Always welcoming
Flowing crystal clear
Notebook always close
Springing forth from anywhere—
Writer’s endless thoughts
Writing with patience
Searching for smallest ember—
Words waken each flame
Quiet solitude
Stillness primes another page—
Words come, flowing free
I have a healthy appetite for solitude. If you don’t, you have no business being a writer.
Always carry a notebook. And I mean always. The short-term memory only retains information for three minutes; unless it is committed to paper you can lose an idea forever.
Will Self (born 1961) is an English author and journalist. He has written numerous published works, which include novels, shorter fiction collections, novellas, and non-fiction collections.
From Luke 6:12: “Now during those days He went out to the mountain to pray, and He spent the night in prayer to God.”
Needing to rest awhile
Overwhelmed, countless thoughts
Looking for special place
Mind bound in endless knots
Seeking time for prayer
Faced with fleeting choices
Searching for quiet place
Away from past voices
Hiking to mountaintop
Filled with Spirit’s insight
Trusting every new step
God welcomes with His light
Being alone with God
Bottled up words speak out
Praying for hours on end
Life’s course now comes about
Hearing from God’s wisdom
Blessed words offer grace
Quelling battle within
Always, God’s quiet place
From Luke 5:16: “Meanwhile, He would slip away to deserted places and pray.”
Unclose your mind. You are not a prisoner. You are a bird in flight, searching the skies for dreams.
Deep rivers run quiet.
Eternal solitude
Everlasting, subdued
Morning moments alone
Glorious sunrise sown
Life’s daily rhythm glides
From dawn to evening tides
Harmony lights day’s lamp
Tranquility’s base camp
Flowing with ceaseless soul
Steady rivers patrol
Fragrant summer flowers
Beauty added each hour
Awesome mountaintop views
Quiet valleys diffuse
Warmest rays of sunshine
Hope never felt so fine
Oasis filled with spice
Matchless, pure paradise
Heavens praising with peace
Calmness shares newborn lease
Landscape’s lyrics compose
Midnight moonlight shadows
Precious moments of bliss
Breathtaking, sweetest kiss
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Solitude is an oasis of the soul where we see ourselves, others, and especially our God in new ways. God, who probes our deepest thoughts during protracted segments of solitude, opens our eyes to things that need attention.
From Psalm 94:19: “When cares of my heart are many, your consolations cheer my soul.”
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