The Seeker

Inspiration seeks day and night
for a mind, a heart, a soul, a body
a willing hand with a pen
nimble fingers with a keyboard.

Oh the sweet sound of inspiration
as it rustles the leaves on the trees,
casting shimmering shadows on the bees
buzzing from flower to flower.

The crisp, clean feeling of inspiration
as it freezes hairs inside your nose
as you breathe in, breathe out.

Heart breaking inspiration
driving past a horrible auto accident,
police, ambulance, sirens, fire department
rubber-neckers causing a traffic jam.

Inspiration seeks a prayer for the injured,
courage for the rescuers,
and peace for those left behind.

Inspiration chased away
by mean words from mean people,
yet it continues to seek.

Dark clouds on a dark day,
rain pouring down
flooding an ice-dammed town.
Inspiration floods with tears
as homes are washed away.

There is one place inspiration finds
the most comforting, welcoming,
wonderful place to be – the heart.

I do not seek inspiration, it seeks me.
Sometimes it enters
through the open door of my heart.
Other times it knocks on the door
and I open it.

Other times, the knock is unheard
the noise of others' in my head is so loud.
It is during these times of tuning out
I have the most faith of inspiration's patience.
Inspiration does not belong to me.

Inspiration is a being that seeks the company of me.
I never know what inspiration will bring,
what it will look like,
how it will be dressed,
what season it will come,
or how long its stay will be.

I do not seek inspiration, it seeks me.