Inspiration erases the simplicity of serving.
Energy courses and bumps to repaving the humble road of obedience.
Grabbed by vision and dynamic creative blows
that see through invigorated eyes of hope.
Naivety concludes that I am on the wrong path;
Change must come or I die inside or become the cause of the next “holocaust” by my inaction: If a butterfly’s wings have the power to create a hurricane then I must act.
My mind heaves with adrenal pulses;
My chest rises and falls with self-absorbed excitement;
My eyes are blind with intention;
My ears seek only the word “Go!”
I do not hear a “Go!”
But I slowly focus on the nail pierced hands of Christ
holding out a towel dripping with excited readiness!