12 Sep Foreboding of Artists
Posted at 16:41h
in Poems
Men marvel at the Muses
For all who mold the artless clay
Knows it is not him at play
But him a thing another uses.
Eyes feasts on his creation
To think his hands can craft this kind!
What “breaths into” the mind –
Men all call this “inspiration.”
But this breath in spirits’ style
What “daemons” or “egos” machinate,
This grace to let us create
Brings GOD to His most lonely smile.