To My Muse
Location
You inspire me
I do not know who you are
Or have the slightest clue
What you look like
What you sound like
What job you do
But you keep me up late
You fill my thoughts
I use to think that to have a muse, you must know who they are
To actually see them
To actually hear them
So you can meditate on them and them alone
So from them you can draw inspiration
Yet you prove me wrong
The majority of my written works are for God
Out of humility
Out of Love
But still I find words written not for Him
Not to anyone I can give a name to
Not to anyone I can give a face to
They are sprawled out on a page
Not meaningless patterns
But forming sentences that have a purpose,
Yet I do not know who to,
So I imagine they are meant for you
Whoever you may be
I am here
I wait for God to lead you to me
Until then, I will continue to write for you
Whoever you may be
Maybe one day, my words, you’ll see
And you’ll know they could not be for anyone
Anyone but you
Maybe one day, my words, will connect you to me
Whoever you may be