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Inspired

Choking on breath I wake from rest.

My body stumbles trying to catch my mind

effort through morning rituals

My bones do grind.

Quiet of the morning’s darkness meditation into light,

by sunrise arrival words scribed feel right.

No intention or consideration in prescient thought

the idea written is what inspiration brought.

Once a mystery to me how it arrived

I wrote without question accepting it came from inside.

It has been ten years since I first scribed

I use to climb trees a car wreck ended that ride.

Our country attacked there was nothing I could do, rehab from the accident kept me on life’s side.

The anger and rage I knew those first days released itself through pen on a page.

I poured my soul out in words I scribed it was the only thing to keep me sane and alive.

From that time to this I’ve lost most of what I possessed.

Life is now less of a burden that I confess.

Seeking my purpose in a fearless search

the least likely place to find myself

No shit a church.

Nothing of my life could I make sense,

In hearing God’s word

my failure at living released its all past tense.

My Pastors tell me when one turns to Jesus all becomes new

His resurrection the Promise of All God can do.

Scripture I read and studied the word and in the Book of Genesis Chapter Two,

Page three it came to me.

And The Lord God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life;

and man became a living soul.

There are two meanings I know for defining this piece.

“A prompting to creative action that comes from the mind.”

“Referring to or assisting in inhalation.”

No intention or consideration in prescient thought

the idea written is what inspiration brought.

Choking on breath I wake from rest.

My body stumbles trying to catch my mind

effort through morning rituals

My bones do grind.

Quiet of the morning’s darkness meditation into light,

by sunrise arrival words scribed feel right.

Inspiration of my writing isn’t my own,

The abilities I have are gifts God

Gave to me.

Mutt Justify