My muse was dead

it seemed.

Or perhaps it was hibernating.

I thought perhaps it was dead

for it had been so long since

it had shown its beauty to me.

But then began the experiences

that awakened it…

loss, grief,

forgiveness, patience, grace,

limitless love,

understanding the depths of the human soul,

strength I never knew I possessed.

I also found my muse in

deep, strong friendship,

in gentle company,

in the gifts God has blessed me with.

My muse lives…

in the joy I feel from

those who love me.

 

Eve Remillard

6/14/2015