Ode To Inspiration - Poem by George Krokos
O inspiration ours, whence comest thou?
Is it from deep inside us there somehow?
Or is it from a state of absolute freedom?
showering thy grace as practical wisdom
on those whom you deem perhaps to be worthy
and thus crown them with a portion of thy glory!
In certain individual endeavors you tend towards perfection
and this action can be noticed with or by some keen reflection.
For sustained expression you have little regard for space or time
and yet it is within them both you appear to manifest so sublime.
It is also somewhat of a mystery to us all how you do survive
and it's mainly in revelation that you really happen to thrive.
It is with beauty and precision you carry on and accomplish your work
which any of those who have come under your influence try not to shirk.
Though it seems at times you come and go at your own sweet will
that whenever you make an appearance and stay awhile it is a thrill.
If we then keep in tune with thy creative spirit we can do so much
as you're the intelligent guiding hand behind all our efforts as such.
You also tend to make the most of the means found available at your disposal
and any obstacles initially encountered are turned around with your approval.
The creative genius of mankind owes its gratitude and is in eternal debt to you
as you provide the stimulus as inspiration in whatever it does the ages through.
There are many fields of endeavor in which your excellence is made known
and all that is lasting, of a high quality, beautiful, profound is thereby shown.
Incomparable as you are and the backbone of the best in literature, science and art
it's by your sanction we acknowledge the feelings you evoke deep within our heart.
All true religions must have shared a common bond with you at their outset and course
as whatever originally conveyed had underlying similarities of an inexhaustible source.
Yours is that eternal spirit of creativity which all human nature can use for it to benefit by
especially when there's a need to progress and it grasps those things that ever can glorify.
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