JUST WHERE
JUST WHERE
just when and where
does my inspiration come alive?
for I know;
it could be from here,
and there,
and everywhere,
so, friend,
just look out a window pane;
and see what’s close at hand
to inspire the soul of one,
and never be afraid to engage,
and hear kind words
from elderly folk, to lift you up.
then crouch down,
for you to be at even height;
to listen to a child
who’ll speak of worldly wisdom free?
and freely engage the advice
of cripple man,
and those you see
who get around with cane,
or in chair
and be not afraid of them take place.
and if need be;
read!
read the daily natter,
of traumas, strife and delusions,
or where it could heard
on podcast or radio,
and I think not!
when a good book will suffice
where much research
will enhance and stimulate there,
of what has been offered
through the pages,
or read the word on offer
from Genesis to Revelation in their books.
and now you know
this is where
my inspiration emanates from.
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