Thought
Artist stares at canvas blank
Paints arrayed, but heart sank
Clean brushes wait eternally
Then hand moves unexpectedly
Orator on stage with fright
Fourteen thousand ears in sight
Stunned voice stops delivery
Then words rush unexpectedly
Musical genius so they say
No inspiration comes this day
Notes random rock disorderly
Then sweetness unexpectedly
“It came to me” say inspired ones
Easy, flow to mind it comes
To access such creative grace
Release the agent’s self- embrace
Prayer
O Lord. I take pride in who I am and what I do. I have not learnt that you gave me a role to play and that you do everything. Grant that I may let go ownership and agency, so that I may be swept in your flowing current.
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