Milton and my own: paradise lost...

I fell in love with this quotation from Milton's Paradise Lost: Book I...

Sing, Heav'nly Muse
I now invoke thine aid...
Thou, O Spirit, that does prefer
Before all Temples the pure and upright heart,
Instruct me, for Thou knowest; Thou from the first
Was present, and, with mighty wings outspread,
Dovelike sat brooding on the vast Abyss...
What is dark in me
Illumine; what is low, raise and support.


His words inspired my own...

My God, the only God, He who stood before the abyss
and felt the call to create stir.
You God, my God whom called forth the light
from beyond the edge, You whom spoke and it was.
Please draw me upon the wings of the morning and
make my darkness light.  Shine your Spirit into the depths
of my fears and scatter them.
Bring my creative passion under your control
and ignite it.
Make me burn with your wondrous light!