I think that the greatest quality of poetry
is in the way that it is calming and quite reassuring.
You don’t have to understand what it speaks,
it needs not your intellect or
, only your participation and meditative en-trance.
It is a deep cavern of humanity’s deepest emotions,
a silent Native american flute of our Universal spirit’s intuition,
The language despite it’s symmetry is fluid and flows like a stream
robed in the midday sun’s golden mysticism,
Poetry reminds us that we are eternal mysteries trapped
between the impermanent,
Poetry reminds us that we are spiritual wanderers struggling
with our fallen, fractured flesh,
Poetry is a glimpse into the heart of a God whose nature is
best expressed in the words’ His ways are higher than our ways’.
Poetry helps me know and inform my passion for something more than
mere fables and imaginative creation,
Poetry helps put words for my eternal passion, zeal and heart for
my Lord… I melt into emotions like waves, I become the wind and
cascade past lost souls trapped in a daze, I cry out with flaming
light and light hopeless hearts with love’s fierce force,
Poetry helps me search the eternal mystery of Heaven, I plunge
into the vast shores of God’s presence..,
What is infinity..?
What is love offered from a being with no blemishes..? No faults and zero limitations..?
My language seems feeble and indigenous to my brain’s familiar themes,
So I struggle to comprehend such a Savior,
I can’t express the greatness of a God whose love is offered to me in
drops and touches.., in peace and gentleness, in the incredible redeeming
healing offered by His grace..,
I can’t understand Perfection enjoying imperfection,
but I can understand who I am in His matchless infinitesimal presence.
I think that He is writing Poems using the emptiness of my soul,
Oh Great love, how I need You in everything, for You complete me in my helplessness,
In my most difficult trials you satisfy even when I feel that you can’t,
You have no measure to which men can claim an understanding of you even when You open yourself up for all.
Oh great Poet and Father of Lights, Oh Great Presence fill our parched human hearts abused by our own hands and hearts, Teach us to enter into You so that we may be made and crafted into something whole and full.