Abide My Hand

Contemplating the process…

   Abide My Hand

When the muse is upon me
The words flow
Onto the page and the verses seem to glow
With meaning easy to see

Well, for me
But when the muse is absent
My pen wanders about aimlessly lost in the sands

Or even refusing to abide my hand
What then when pen won’t go to paper? Where is what’s meant
For lines to set free

For others to see
The things that we all already know
In the day’s rush as we go
More and more crazy


Contemplating clarity…

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