It's gone

Joy, I've lost it.  I walked away for three days.  I was so tired.  It vanished.  there is no war going on in my mind just aimless wandering through grey mist.  I'm ready to fight, but I just can't find any weapons to battle with.  My only hope a short verse I learned as a child.  "Thy Word is a lamp unto my feet."  It will come back.  The Word the only weapon I have to hang onto as small as it is.