Words of Christ inspire.
Fingers dance across my back.
Words of Christ inspire.
Fingers dance across my back.
She’d wondered how it/
could be to be someone’s Muse./
She felt it tonight.
OR
She’d often wondered/
how it would feel to be a/
Muse to someone. Done.
These days it’s rare I/
write about women but they/
might still inspire me.
When we as artists/
and writers meet, we admire,/
uplift, and inspire.
The most wonderful/
transition I’m grateful for/
is strength to be me.
OR
The transition I/
like most is your example/
to shine happiness.
Late Monday evening I parked at a bakery that was closing. With 3 cars in a parking lot designed for 100, I avoided the handicapped zone, but — parking quickly — did not pay attention to the parking “lines”. When I came out to my car, this note was on my windshield:
Learn how to park dumb ass.
Really?
There’s lines for a reason.
Love ya.”
So I wrote this (because it does seem that criticism and self-righteous, indignant behavior happens more often here than any place else I’ve lived. See? Even I’m guilty of being judgemental!
Why does it happen in Utah,
(at least as far as I saw),
where everyone’s supposed to love,
and be inspired by God above,
they judge and critize ev’ry tiny flaw?
Again, you inspire!/
Your muse fans creative fires!/
I miss you the more.