My Many Muses
There was a time I couldn't see God at all –
my good muse came to me in many blossoms,
the elevating scent and beauty of such creation
was my lift to higher realms
There was a time, I did not believe there was a God –
Muse came to me in the form of a grade-school teacher
who told me, I was worth any suffering
There was a time when God was simply a myth,
till a loving wife and birth of a child taught the meaning
of presence
Whatever the good muse, where you and the muse have gathered
in good faith,
there also is God.....
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2023
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