The following is a prayer I wrote several years ago and has since been answered. I just came across this in my archives and it encourages me to write some more! I hope it encourages you, also.
How is it that in the industry of man,
to clothe, shelter and feed himself,
there is time for art?
How is there money
for resident poets, painters, and composers?
How can extra be found
in the labour and profit of man
for the richness of the aesthetic etherial?
Make me a place in your economy, Lord,
a little sea-side cottage would be nice,
for a poet and artist like me!