This evening, I attended a Poetry Conference and Cookout at St. Mark’s Episcopal Church in New Britain. There were about a dozen people there and they shared some truly wonderful poetry. At times, I feel pleased with the way my writing is going. At other times, I listen to other writers and feel I have so much work to do. This evening, I came away thinking about how much work I have to do.

My mind goes to the confession of sin, about thought, word, and deed. I have not polished my words the way I should. I have not put them together are meaningfully, as carefully, as I should.

Even as I write my daily blog post, I find myself struggling for words. I find myself searching the web for ideas. But it is late, and I am tired, so I should heave off to bed.