Bowing the head of my heart

Bowing the head of my heart

I bow the head of my heart

While I consult my Muse.

I humbly receive any Wisdom

Bestowed upon me to use.

As Angels come down here,

Their presence fills me with sheer

Awe and a most Godly fear.

Angels always have a listening ear.

I tread softly as the celestial Muse

Makes peace be still in the ocean of my soul,
with more Wisdom words than I can ever use.

When I need to steal away to pray,

Those wisdom words are always at play.

Cycling, recycling, and recycling again,

Like a regurgitating machine deep within.

I bow the head of my heart

While I consult my Muse.

I humbly receive any Wisdom

Bestowed upon me to use.

As I allow the Spirit to overtake my pen,

I bow the head of my heart time and again.

(MHMoore 1-7-14)