Oh, Source of wisdom, breath of life's own art, Please God, imbue the promptings of my heart. Grant me the words, a flowing, crystal stream, To waken spirits from a slumbering dream. Not for my glory, nor for fleeting fame, But that my utterance may gently claim A space within the souls of humankind, To leave a positive effect, profoundly kind. I yearn to motivate, to fan the flame, To whisper courage, breathe a hopeful name. To stir the weary, lift the burdened gaze, And light their path through life's bewildering maze. To paint a vision, vibrant, strong, and clear, And banish doubt, replacing it with cheer. Yet, in this giving, I would also seek A humble wisdom, tender, softly meek. To learn and grow, to blossom and expand, To understand the intricate demand Of listening hearts, and minds that yearn to know, That as I sow, so too may I truly grow. Let every phrase be thoughtfully inspired, A vessel for the truth, profoundly fired. To be a student, even as I teach, To climb ne...
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