Nothing There

I'm WAY late for Five Minute Friday this week.  But, I finally had 5 minutes to sit and this is what poured out.

I've tried for weeks to sit and write.
Nothing is there.
Even in my quiet, thinking time,
Nothing is there.

My art feels empty and contrived,
Nothing is there.
Trying hard not to strive, but
Nothing is there.

Where are you, Lord when it seems
You are not there?
Why can't I feel, hear or see
When I know You ARE there?

Create in me a clean heart
Let something be there.
Distractions try to clutter my heart,
but let nothing be there.

I hide myself in You,
Only You are there.
You make all things new,
Something is there.