A lovely poem/prayer for the creative by my friend, Jonathan Finn Barber:
Sounded nice up there
Sounded nice up thereMay our creative endeavors refine as they age with us,
Our naysayers grow hoarse from speaking ill of us out of jealousy
Our self-doubt be calmed by our diligence
Our hearts be opened for praise from those who care for us
May our work guide us as a beacon through difficult storms of confusion and warm us through the bitter winters of creative blocks
May we nurture our craft like our first born
While it cares for us like children in the twilight of our lives
May we always create for the sake of creation, forever and in all ways
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