A poem written on September 14th, 2014
A voice beacons to my soul.
An invitation to:
My heart comes awake,
a beam of purpose emanates
from the core of who I am:
I sit, sing, write;
it is as though the mirror has been cleaned and I finally make sense.
In the act of creating, I am being created.
In the act of creating, the Creators image is found.