No wonder the myriad of thoughts on origins of inspiration.
A muse is a fickle flirt of a fairy
whimsically flitting in and out
playing “catch me if you can.”
She keeps a string of admirers
off balance – teetering upon
a celestial merry-go-round,
constantly on the go –
never achieving an end
unsure of even a beginning
God slow steady stable
He never leaves – He patiently waits
as we stumble dizzily from our rides elsewhere, in search for respite.
We sigh as we find the Rest we need and along the way discover the Truth and Inspiration our depths desire.
i search no more for a muse, but when a muse searches for me i run to the shelter of my LORD and find refuge in Truth instead: for a muse is only a mumbled myth.