Superhero

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 new heights, within myself to reach.

So grant me words, O Giver of all light,

To make a difference, beautiful and bright.