Asking God For Inspiration

Several years ago, I
was traveling through
the south and stopped
in North Carolina to visit
a friend. I met a young
woman who was trying
to start her career as a
gospel/rock singer. One
night we had a
conversation on
forgiveness and before
the night was over she
asked me to write a
song for her on the
subject. I explained to
her that I had no
knowledge of how to
write songs but that I
would try to put some
words together. Again,
I promised her nothing
but that I would try. For
more than an hour
before I went to sleep,
I tried putting some
thoughts on paper but
nothing really came to
mind. So, I did what I
always do when I am
stuck or looking for
some sort of answer or
inspiration - I prayed.
Soon after, I meditated
for a few minutes, then
fell asleep.
The next morning as I
was in the state right
before waking, I heard
and felt a knock on the
top of my head. It
literally felt as if
someone took a knuckle
and tapped me on my
head. I had never had
such an interesting
direct physical
sensation. But as I
began opening my eyes
I had this strong need
to pick up a pen and
write. The poem below
is what came to me. In
about ten to fifteen
minutes I had it all
written on a piece of
paper.
Love Your Brother
On my journey through
darkness,
Judgment dropped me
to my knees,
And when I would not
take another step,
I met the light within
me.
He said: “Fear not for I
am your brother,
I am the mirror of you.”
In His eyes I
remembered my glory,
And in His arms I
remembered my home.
He said: “There is
strength in forgiveness,
There is truth in His
Love,
Find your power in
silence,
and in peace, your
inheritance.”
I had built many walls
around me,
I had built many illusions
of stone.
But as the light shined
on me,
Cracks of hope found
my soul.
I had chosen to forget
the light,
Yet it never
disappeared.
And in blaming my
brothers,
It was I that I feared.
Now all my brothers I
treasure,
All are diamonds to me.
And through their
search I remember,
The truth of love within
me.
On your road through
the darkness,
Know that your light I
shall be.
Until that day of your
waking,
Rest your shoulder on
me.
And now I say:
“Fear not, for I am your
brother,
I am the mirror of you.
Through forgiveness
remember your glory.
Through love remember
your home.”
That morning I gave her
the poem. She read it,
looked confused (which
I first interpreted as
looking impressed),
looked at me and said,
"What does it mean?" I
said, "I think it's for
you, you'll have to
decide what it means."
Later that day I got
back in my car and
continued my journey.
We e-mailed each other
a couple of times but
soon lost contact and I
have not seen her since.