Inspiration

I gazed at the sky to watch the day say goodbye.

It held beauty beyond comprehension. 

It was a beauty that released all my tension.

The last rays of the setting sun were still visible

And yet there was the glory of a sliver of the waning moon.

And behold a star so bright it was untypical.

Such heavenly beauty makes one nearly swoon. 

Mine eyes have beheld the glory.

May I live to tell the full story.

There never has been and never will be again

A better sight that reveals the Amen.

Very little in life compares to the joy of inspiration.

The gift of seeing this vision which gives the revelation

Of the marvelous creation of life that warms the heart.

This inspiration brings forth a poem which is a work of art . 

The inspiration brings forth a wonderful joy and excitement.

Writing a poem is time well spent.

I want the world to know that this is what I meant.

I am onThe highest mountain;  My heart has made its ascent.

When the poem is finished without any resentment.  

The Day brought forth the glory

And now I have told the story. 

By:  Jo Smith…  January 2, 2025.   My first poem this year.   May there be many more which come to me by inspiration.