Muse
I call upon the Muse of my heart,
Who knows my every waking and sleeping move,
Knows the thoughts of my head and guides my hand even as I write.
I call upon the Muse of my strength,
Who brings my through each day,
Brings me to my knees and picks me up to stand on my own two feet.
I call upon the Muse of my mother,
Who in her created me,
In her raised me and showed me the way of the right and good.
I pray to the God of creation,
Who is with us daily
Is with us in the good, and the bad, and the ugly, always and forever.
posted by Ryan Kathleen at 3:55 PM
1 Comments:
mmmm...i like it
sometimes I feel damned by the muses - oh divine intervention in writing is so profound; unforunately there aren't too many ways to describe the out-of-time rythem of personal understanding and placement in the universe, or, at least have other people understand you. This was really poorly written - i promise someday i will accually write a comment of substance on "Poet's Mind thoughts"
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