It's 3am and I lie awake
It's like all my senses are alive
The bedside lamp is purring
The still night air feels electric and
The hairs on the back of my neck
Are dancing a midnight waltz as
Moonbeams trickle through dusty shades
While shadows go on parade
Then the spirit speaks
I respond with pen and paper
My mind swirling in spiritual vapor
My hand Is not my own
But controlled by my creator
The page seems illuminated
The words spilling onto the page glowing
With profound message flowing.
I write til ink has dried, and last teardrop cried.
Im humbled to my very core
And thank him for the gift once more.
Copyright © Carl Fraser