MUSE of FIRE

By RyLee Hornok in 2003 (for 2004 stroke)

Muse of fire, muse divine,
Flood my pen with words of Thine.
Whisper ‘gainst the screaming wind;
Winded inspiration send.
Sing to me of creatures broken;
Fill my page with cries unspoken.
Create in me a song unsung;
Breathe into my weary lungs.
Gather cinders of my heart;
Sprinkle ash into Your art;
Mix my pain with what You will
In pots from which Your colors spill.
Fleeting talent, hold it quick;
Light my unburnt candlewick.
Let the smoke rise up to Thee,
And with it, hear my earnest plea:
Use me as Your messenger
To heal with words a heart injured.
Let me as Your violin;
Slide the horsehair ‘cross my skin.
From my hand, Your music flow –
Page, strings, pen, bow
Weave from golden threads fine-spun
A tapestry near perfection.
You alone are creation.
You alone inspire vision.
Unit me grant concepts rare
And also strength with which to bear
The wisdom You deem well to share,
And build the armor I should wear
To keep my tender skin unharmed
Amid the battle, send me armed.
Delivering You words to speak,
Use me to empower the weak.
Let me be Your evening post,
Reporting that which matters most.
I will be available With every talent
You’re enabled Me to shine within Your grace.
You’re the glow upon my face.
Assign to me a worthy task;
This I am compelled to ask.
Utilized what You’ve endowed,
Every skill that You’ve allowed
To grow within this wretched child.
In light of You, I stand beguiled.
Do not let me waste away
These gifts with which I’m meant to play.
From Your baton I’ll take my cue,
And I shall use Your muse… for You.