Friday, November 27, 2015


                    When I’m inclined to ponder all there is—
                    The wonder, joy and marvel of it all,
                    An occupation that will make you diz-
                    zy as you view all things both great and small,

                   Then I am overwhelmed with ecstasy,
                   An exaltation mystically induced,
                   A glimpse into a new Reality
                  That makes me feel from human bondage loosed.

                  Once only did such exaltation lift
                  Me utterly beyond my normal state
                  And seemed to be a supernatural gift,
                  A source to motivate what I create,

                       Though ever after, when I’ve most desired,
                       I can access that source and be inspired.