Spring of Inspiration

Forever young, poised on the leaping edge of time, the child essence that lives within, age-creased the outer casing where, paper thin, the skin grows old and withers like spent leaves before the wind; constantly renewed the inner stream of lightning grace, fresh flowing from the all wise Father's life granting hand, an exuberant miracle captured in so small a vessel as the timorously beating human heart. Thus inspiration comes, lightning quick, alive, forever new, to prick imagination's wine skin, releasing a spring of creativity, a birth, a miracle itself, a joint act with God, the great giver of all gifts. © September 17, 2015 Faye Lanham Gibson