Inspiration is what keeps me going, when determination has run out

Inspiration keeps me hoping, for all the things I think about

Inspiration often shows me rainbows, when the clouds won’t let the sun come out

Inspiration is what drives me, when I don’t have the will to fight

Inspiration is what holds me , when I go to sleep at night

Inspiration is something within me, that I can’t do without

Inspiration is a blessing from God, and I know this with out any doubt

Inspiration is something wonderful, for me to think about

A few moments ago you crossed my mind.

The thoughts were kind;

sort of mild

sort of wild

For once

I did not lose much sleep last night,

Oh! You were there, don’t get me wrong.

You held me tight and something tells me

you were aware that you were there,

all night

It flies and it swirls

all over the world

All over the universe,

to the tiny curl of your hair

Yes, the breeze it has wings

and it flies like a bird

Entwined all around a solid gird,

it circles and it circles

At times when I think of you,

like now,

I think of a favorite toy

Every little girl had one,

even some little boys

They took it to bed with them at night,

to sleep and hold real tight

And that’s how I think of you,

like now,

When I’m not in your arms,

I don’t feel right

How

Shall I paint thee?

With sun’s golden rays –

A brush dipped in haunting autumn leaves

And yellow-orange oceans

How shall I

Paint thee, thy angles,

Thy symmetry and curves?

I shall paint thee

In thy birthplace,

Airborne and heavy

In latticed, sculpted, drooping green branches

I shall paint thee,

Perfect and lovely,

God’s most graceful fruit

And then I shall paint thee

So beautiful to me your greying head

you cared through years when none else did

Crushed of body, mind and soul. I died inside a thousand times

only to awaken in heavens arms divine.

O, the delight of dawn increased my joy as deep as ocean blue.

Sorrow washed upon the shore

a broken empty shell no more.

Now healed to revere, I serve

a glimpse of light, the world, a curve

His smile, His grace

the sunny sky

Intertwine in heavens place. by Loriei Swenson [email protected]