The Midwest Loch Ness

Every so often, I get an inkling, which progresses into a thought, which evolves into a magical little idea that starts floating around in my head. I often hope those ideas would just be content to swim, because I fear of what will happen if I should utter them. Unfortunately... If I decide to ignore them, they disappear.

Why, Lord--why?
Why put such clean, refreshing water into such a dirty vessel as me?

Those magical, sparkly, beautiful ideas... I taint them by my very presence. Yet I almost cannot resist. When such a thought enters into my mind, the sparks that it elicits, like electricity, light me up with inspiration until I'm like to burst!

It's never the same though. The product never does justice to the idea.

It must be...
It's starting to remind me a little of Creation, actually; how You made us and envisioned us as perfect beings with free wills... But we disappointed you, we disobeyed and tainted your creation with sin and shame.

Thus the perfect shall never be just that... as long as the human mind is still tainted.

Those perfect ideas... now I know why I have them. They remind me of You.