Muse

As I sit with pen in hand words of saddness swimming in my head,
I hear a whisper and You remind me of how you bled.

I try to bask in my pining, and create a sad parody,
yet you come and fill my heart with such clarity.

I am a alien to this world, this is not my home,
the cares of this world are not worthy of a poem.

As I set my pen and paper down a smile comes to my face,
then all the sadness, heartache, and hopelessness fades without a trace.

Only You deserve my attention and love,
my muse, my Abba from above.