Inspiration is a fragile thing…
Just a breeze, touching the green foliage of a city park.
Just a whisper from the soul of a friend.
Just a line of verse clipped from some book.
Inspiration……
Who can say where it is born, and why it leaves us?
Who can tell the reasons for its being or not being?
Only this…
I can think inspiration comes from the Heart of Heaven…
To give the lift of wings,
and the breath of divine music
to those of us who are earthbound.
– written by Margaret Sangster
