My inspiration comes from an old book

Tattered and worn

But filled with the knowledge of life. 

 

My inspiration comes from the people

Gathered around sharing stories of the good-old-days

Their laughter is warmth to the soul 

And the tears are lessons for the heart.

 

My inspiration comes from the love of family and friends.

 

My inspiration comes from music.

It opens my mind.

Slows my fast-beating heart.

And relaxes my pounding head.

As the soothing symphony of instruments and singer blend together in a breathtaking,

Peaceful harmony.

 

My inspiration comes from a booming voice on Sunday mornings. 

Sitting on the wooden pew, letting the fire burn within me 

As the vibration of the voice ignites my flame.

I watch the people around me.

Some are wiping tears from their smiling faces.

Others are raising their hands to the lights above saying “Amen” in their broken voices.

 

My inspiration comes from those people.

From those old hymns that put my broken heart back together piece by piece. 

Their consoling lyrics make my battered heart beat again after being silent for so long.

The congregations voices raising high and low to the piano keys bring breath back to my lungs 

And tears to my burning eyes.

 

My inspiration comes from One Man.

One God.

Who gives me the strength for each new day.

Hope for another tomorrow.

And sunshine in the darkness.

My inspiration gives us all His forgiving, unconditional, and everlasting love.