“Too much is happening…
I’ll live as though writing doesn’t matter.
Too many demands”,
My soul silent and patient,
was quieted by healing, sadness and loss.
Then its motherboard cross-circuited,
A right-lobed bulletin blazed across my brain.
“You rest in creativity.
You wrestle, whimper, wallow and wow in creativity.
Whether you dream, scheme or sigh with triumph –
Creativity IS your clock.
God bless the mighty indwelling force called “creativity”. May it always deliver “in-your-face” nagging. Otherwise, imagine the Beauty that would lay festering inside bloated souls. Sameness would chip away at sanity and we’d all stay in our minds.
Thankfully, in spite of ignored, silenced implosions – the soul will persist. It will rustle feelings, replace dying batteries, conjure courage and stir enthusiasm until creativity is again free to emerge.
Hesitantly, but emphatically, I need to add: may its power never release us.