I ask for wind and get rain
If I will the seasons it shall always be summer
And fruit will always be on the vine
I do not summon
He who graces me with life and words
To flaunt and goad
I sit in stillness and listen
Not for audible voice
For then you shall think me mad
But Spirit to spirit
He finds me
He’s that good and wise
dversepoets.comTuesday prompt. Speaking about the vatic voice. That muse, or whatever gives you inspiration to write.
I waited a day, and thought about how and who and what. The word muse originated from Greek mythology. The 9 daughters of Zues are known as muses. Well, I understand the context, and use the word quite often, but really have no true muse other than the Holy Spirit. And the process is not at my command or timetable, but quite the opposite.