One writes that she desires to be faithful to the goal which she has set before herself--the goal of productivity, and not procrastination. She expounds upon the idea that it does one's soul good to do that which is difficult and to force oneself, if necessary, into action. And it is necessary, at this time, as she sits, and she contemplates, and mulls, and forms, those thoughts--which are not yet thoughts--into a lovely bit of sculpture, or a fragrant yellow flower--a little bit of beauty to show to those who look.
She desires to create a masterpiece, or at least a grand bouquet, to advertise her expertise and her ardent effort. But as she sits, and she writes, the elusive muse of creativity stays sleeping soundly.
And she waits another day to wake him from his rest.
"Be still before the LORD and wait patiently for him..."