Down dropt the breeze,


the sails dropt down

‘Twas sad as sad could be; /

And we did speak only to break /

The silence of the sea! …Day after day, day after day /

We stuck, nor breath nor motion /

As idle as a painted ship / Upon a painted ocean.

“The Rime of the Ancient Mariner”


There are times when I lose the wind in my sails. It happens to the best of sailors, and I’m certainly not that. I’m speaking figuratively, of course, and I’m speaking of writing one more blog post while a blank page keeps staring back at me with the challenge of a blinking cursor that says, “no more words!”


Sometimes the thoughts, ideas, and words flood into my mind so fast that the sails of the old schooner/ billowing/ filled with wind/ threaten to capsize the whole vessel. At such time it’s all I can do to quickly reel in and capture notes of the swirling ideas for further development in the future.


But at times of the blinking cursor, no stored words or notes apply. No words. No pictures. No ideas. No sketches. No nothing. Not a ripple. Not even a cat’s paw upon the surface of a glassy sea. Sit at my desk, half-closed eyes looking at that computer screen. Vacant. Empty. Blank. Stare.

And. So! In the vast, barren, desolation of nothingness, a big “SO WHAT – I DON’T CARE!” out of nowhere comes flooding in to fill the void.

That demon, apathy, floods the bilges and tries to sink, weigh down, or otherwise make the helm unresponsive to any set course of headway. What to do? “Who cares?” “What does it matter anyway?” Apathy! “I don’t write for profit.” Apathy. “My existence does not depend on being a writer of words on a page, screen, abandoned building walls, nor the temptation of a granular sandy beach in a tropical sun. My life is not dependent on words.” Apathy. Challenging. Taunting, desiring to have me. To take over entirely by causing me to mount a mutiny against — myself.


“BUT, (I say) I need words to organize and describe the illustrative snapshots. The parts and parcels. The yet-to-be-organized pictures, murals, illuminative designs I have in my mind that I want to communicate to – well — to whomever.” I begin a defensive counter-attack. “Jehovah Nissi – the Lord is my banner!” It is under Him that I serve. I am not writing for my ideas, for my financial gain, neither for fame nor fortune. I’m writing to make Him known, to magnify – to glorify – my Savior — from my perspective, sure. But who’s perspective do I know – do I have the experience of – other than my own? And what person who writes can say any more? For better or worse, who can describe more?”


Apathy reels, daunted! It’s unsure of its position. It begins to vacate the bilges. It’s backing away, uncertain of its footing, with wide-eyed concern. The mutiny is weakening. Its desire to have me is lessening. It is draining away back into the wide-open seas. The battle belongs to the LORD! It is His to have the Victory, once again! Trust and obey. Trust and obey, a good thing to remember.


A good thing to remember whether the sails are windless and the vessel becalmed or the seas are thrashing under heavy weather with sails ripping and timbers creaking. Trust and obey the Captain, under Whose banner we serve.


And, so! Onward to the next “battle of the ages” called life, in this age of the earth that is called ‘Today.’


“Today, if you hear his voice,

do not harden your hearts

as you did in the rebellion.” *   -g.w


“and that this entire assembly may know that the Lord does not save with the sword or with the spear; for the battle is the Lord’s and He will hand you (apathy, or whatever situation) over to us.” 1 Samuel 17:47

Some day this war will end. When it’s over it will be over. Until then it is just keep putting one foot in front of the next. Never give up, never give in!  -g.w

*Hebrews 3: 15





13 thoughts on “Down dropt the breeze,”

  1. The way you wrote this made me think of the very waves of the Pacific Ocean, big and loud and grey, crashing with the wind as they towered over me in the tiny wooden schooner from the early 1900s that carried me from Prince William Sound to Petersburg, Alaska in March of 1990.

    Thank you. I needed to be reminded of what I survived, and Whose hand protected me.

    Good writing, my brother. In storms or in calm… write on.

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  2. Well written. It is often, like good olives, when our little souls are squeezed, with apathy, anxiety, futility or frustration and such like, that the best oil comes out, to bless others. Don’t let the blank page numb you, you have barrels of oil in stock – just write, and it will flow. The Scriptures have many words and concepts that will spark the ‘write’ word !

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    1. Thank you, Carol, my friend. I have no intention of giving up in the dry spells. Words come to me while I’m busy doing other business or reading the scriptures, and I find myself at the keyboard once again. 😊

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  3. I WAS BLESSED ~ FOR HIS GLORY. Whether on the sea, uphill, through the valleys, it is all WORTH the battle.
    Let us know the spiritual blessings in heavenly places promised in Him for every day. We will never be able to capture it all by words or pen but pray He will give others the same blessings of His presence and power. (You continue to add encouragement for our next project. Blessings as we continue to grow and wait in patience for His filling and fulfilling His purpose in us. 🙂

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  4. You captured the ebb and flow of life well. I relate very much G.W. I have written nothing in awhile as a couple of close family deaths have happened and our last parent can see the gate (so he says). A breeze is in our sails but I am choosing to fix some things in the boat before writing again. I am grateful for friends like you who do life and walk with God well. Your writings are more than salve to the soul.

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  5. I am so very sorry that you are experiencing so much close family loss so close together, Gary, my friend. There are no words invented to ease such experience, I know. I’m just thankful you have the good and gracious Lord close to you and I know you are leaning into His comfort as you walk with Him through this, as do in your daily life. I pray that our Good Lord, in all His goodness will wrap you, and your loved ones, in His loving arms and give you peace at this time.
    Take your time in continuing your writing. That big open ocean will be there a long time for you to fill your sails, when ready.
    Thank you so very much for your generous compliment, my brother. It encourages me more than you could know! My prayers and requests for the Lord’s lavish blessings upon you and your loved ones now and always! 🙏

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    1. Thanks so much G.W. We do a have a lavish God who both comforts and grows us through life’s deep valleys as well as when we soar. I believe the scars here may well be badges of honor and blessing in eternity.

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