Musings Poem by Rev. Rebecca Guile Hudson

The Muse wakes me at four –
Wakes me mid-snore
To impart some eternal knowledge

And she won’t let me sleep
‘Til her bidding I keep
It was never like this at my college

She demands more from me
Than school ever could
And relishes waking me up

She shows me my mind,
Receptive and kind –
She knows I’m not making me up

The difference between what she knows and I
Is the difference between the truth and a lie