Suburban Muse

When we pondered leaving Brussels, one of my biggest concerns was falling into a sea of suburban mundacity. Being lulled into neighborhood status quo by strip malls and fast food. That was two years ago. I think I'm there - immersed in a normal world. Nothing's wrong with normal. In fact I was infatuated with our newly rediscovered normal, quiet middle class existence up until recently. Then I spent time reading my poetry from Brussels and I was struck by the intensity of the issues that I wrestled with there. Never before did I feel inspired to write poetry, until my experience became so unique that it seemed the only adequate means to express the inner workings of my heart. My current life doesn't cry for vivid words strung together, but it does cry out for words. How can I give those words life?

My desire is to live here in this life, but be inspired like I was over there in that life. Is that possible? Not so much. But is it possible that God might allow me a direct line to tap into that same level of passion, so that I may be inspired to live, think and wrestle deeply with the bigness of this beautifully messy world around me. Please Lord, give me my Suburban Muse.