This Starting Over

It is work, this starting over.
Your fingers stiff from the lack of use,
your heart stiffer still,
needing to be pried open, softening
for God’s breath, the inspiration
that comes not from magic, but use.

About this poem.

I am back in my art studio after a few weeks away. And it takes a while to open myself back to the openness that comes from constantly working. Because it is the work that brings inspiration, not the other way around,.

Works for any heart-filling activity. Work, and the inspiration will come.

The painting is one of mine. Caging the Chaos

Tom