Inspire me you land; let me run through your fields and throw away the hat caught in my hand!
Inspire me you secret garden with your endless paths and high walls; teach me to listen as Spring calls!
Inspire me you house of old; make me thrill and rush and feel the truth of the un-told!
Inspire me you old clock ticking heavily to the beat of your past; give me certainty of a perfect tranquillity whispered to last!
Inspire me you pen that I clutch with keen mind; take me along trails that on my own, never could I find!
Inspire me you speechless bird; show me what it means to see from your heights without the weakness of word!
Inspire me you quiet grandmother; tell me of stories, lives, and dreams that you have kept and those you would rather smother!
Inspire me you ancient church; wake me to the fervour of a thousand murmurs, a thousand bowed heads with bent knees united in their search!
Inspire me you beauty with everything you possess; watch me lace the daisies of Eden into my hair and weave the ferns of a new earth as my dress.
Inspire me you piano and you violin; inspire me you harp and every musical thing!
Inspire me without and inspire me within; for a life lived without you is far too thin!
- Joanna Grace
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