Stumbling into a desert.

I have been finding it very difficult to pray as of late.  There are many things I could complain about in life right now, and while they are true, that is not the purpose of either this blog nor the life God gives us.  To say, however, that it hasn't affected me negatively in my soul, however, would be denial of a truth I must face and correct.
At this moment, my daily prayers do not fill me with joy; instead, they seem like an exercise in memorization or reading skills.  I certainly MEAN what those prayers say, but I am unable to FEEL their power.  I read Scripture, but it also feels more intellectual right now.
I have found myself just sitting in a church lately.  Not necessarily praying anything special other than a thank you, but just sitting there in silence, surrounded by the icons of our Savior, the Theotokos, and the saints.  Certainly those who who see me in the church must think I am deep in prayer, but I am actually only trying to listen.
Is my problem a lack of true repentance at this time?  Perhaps it is.  I certainly have been angry at a few things, and others have justified my anger for me with their openness to hoist blame on those who have made me angry.  Sometimes, I haven't even needed to complain myself; others have done it for me.  I keep hearing people saying that they wouldn't put up with what I have had to do lately, and that I shouldn't, either.  While I disagree with them about the not putting up with things idea (for we all deal with things we don't want to), these well meaning people seem to be coming to my defense without asking.  For this, I am forever grateful and deeply blessed.  However, there is no justification for some of my anger and the losing of the temper, regardless of any true victimizing of me, so the desire for repentance, I think, is there.  The tears, however, are not.
My faith is not shaken.  I know God is there, that Jesus is my Lord and Savior, and the saints are praying for me, as are my friends.  I also know that several of the saints and church founders also have had such periods of dryness in their lives, and many of them said that such periods represent not a loss of faith, but more a respite before a spiritual growth, and I will remain in dryness until God deems me ready to accept the next growth of my spirit.  I trust they are correct, but my strength is wearing very thin at the moment.  Patience may be a virtue, but it is a virtue I need to acquire.
I am aware that no one knows when this will end but God.  I am aware that only God knows why I am at this point in my spiritual life right now.  I can honestly say that along this path, I never realized I would actually stumble into a desert, but here I am in a desert as dry as any other.  As a joke towards some people, I tell them I can't read minds because I can't read a blank page.   This is all telling me that God is a much better reader than I am, also, for I know He is able to read my blank soul at this moment.  I only hope it isn't as damaged with evil as I fear it may be.
I ask for any prayers right now, and please know I will mention all of you in mine.  God's will be done, and I do submit to it as humbly as I know how.  God Bless all of you.