WHAT MARVELOUS BLESSINGS ARE FOUND IN...THE WAITING. AND...OUR GLORIOUS 'MUSE', INDEED, HE KNOWS AND WILL COME WITH ECHELONS OF INSPIRING LIGHT 'RIGHT ON TIME'. THANK YOU, RICHARD, SO ENJOYED MY FRIEND. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS

Most certainly to give is far more rewarding than receiving; however, to receive what comes from a giver is lovely too. I desire that there would be more who are willing to give, and, so, without a motorized need to receive - those who would serve others willingly, so long as they will not cause their own suffering. I give and keep myself in mind - I try hard never to hold my gifts against the people who receive them, as that is very evil, to me. Your writing makes me want to expose my soul's wounds. Thanks to your expressions.

Richard the Gallant

I feel your pain, your languishing, your despair.

One word of advice. If you feel you must do something, don't hesitate.

Do it now. Act while the opportunity is there. It might never appear again in a lifetime.

Your friend at all times.


Peter

Your clarity is a vision in it self Richard. All one must do is pen to paper when it comes out like this. Enjoyed it very much. Thank you. Karen

We are not here for ourselves, but to contribute to a grander meaning in life, much of which we are part of but do not yet know why ... inspirational as always, Richard.

Excellent work, as usual. Wishing you the best-

Richard, I am deeply touched by this profound and human write--My favorites are the last two verses-the beauty lies in the words and rhythm you chose-I am moved

You are SO right, Richard! To bless another... that is our purpose. I was blessed recently by an angel, passing to the other realm. No words ever could suffice in describing the ways in which she was a blessing and inspiration to me. -- Jeff

There is much to ponder in this piece. The second and last stanzas are my favorites, but the whole poem is beautiful and says so much of what is in my own heart.

Cryssa

Richard,
I can relate to the second stanza most. It's the way I feel when I'm working on a novel in a series. The previous ones wait to be discovered while I move on...adventuring. Love the description of waiting for your "sails to billow open". Inspiration is lightning - impossible to know when it will strike. Love and Hugs,
Sheila

In a foxhole one don't wait for inspiration but one could have blessed someone else after surviving another day.
A great poem...make you wonder if...

Georg

And that no one escapes
LIFE while they are living it;
The suffering and uncertainties,
The joys and sorrows,
The highs and lows
Of it, ever …

To bless another,
Instead of self, is the
HIGHER CALLING;
I’m sure of it

I'm sure of it too Richard. This poem goes into my file of RLC favorites. Excellent write my friend.
Marcia

..tis' a poignant offering as always, sir...Ed

So much to sift through here ~ can the 'self' really be distinguished from 'another's'? How can we be re-imbued/replenished fully and completely with the new unless we allow ourselves complete emptiness? Do our offerings not have inherent value above and beyond that which others may perceive in their taking? Is not the process validation enough that we seek validation through the inhale/exhale of others? How enigmatic that these rhetorical questions seem to lie in our interconnectivity, in our oneness at some level beyond the human experience and yet embedded deeply within it. Ah, the life of an artist - torturous at times, no? Our gift of sensitivity can rear its 'other side' if we do not deliberately choose joy. I know you are so gifted as to present an idea/scenario in such an authentic way that your readers believe it is your own idea/scenario whether it truly is or not - this is what makes you great. Yet, if you are in this place, you may be refueling for your greatest work yet...

the despair of all creators...waiting for inspiration can be an uncomfortable angst

Actually a very poignant...and totallly inspiring BB!!

Love SissyTinka

This is actually inspiring something... that may become a poem, dearest Richard. Thoughts, memories, too sparse to cohere, and yet too coherent to be voiced... yes, I sense, in this blank space, the elements of much that has filled it, perhaps to overflowing. It's draining, to the point of numbness, I know... but the flow will come again, coursing through the veins... and we'll be blessed because you'll feel blessed... because you are.
Love and many {{{{{hugs}}}}}
Alexandra*

After the rush of creativity in the Monumental Journey series, I'm sure that it is harder to recreate that kind of energy again. After just reediting my first book, I'm convinced that I will never write like that again.

Ron

It's difficult sometimes to appreciate your own worth. So it seems
the writer of this moving and revealing poem underrates himself and his impact on the world around him. Still...there is a lot of truth
in that last stanza. I like this, Richard. -gene.

Very poignant write.
Rebecca~

Thank you Richard for your thoughts here. Wonderful and inspiring, and hopeful.
ann