I was eleven when I first started writing. Back then, I wrote only poetry.
There are two reasons why I write poetry. The first is because it's the only way I know to express the anguish and travail that sometimes besets my soul. The second is because poetry is the only way I know how to express the blessed relief and peace when my soul is freed.
Poetry is my soul's communication.
Tonight, as we were leaving from the theater, my sister got a text. One of the students she had taught, served, and loved had committed suicide.
It's now 2:00 in the morning.
There are two reasons why I write poetry. The first is because it's the only way I know to express the anguish and travail that sometimes besets my soul. The second is because poetry is the only way I know how to express the blessed relief and peace when my soul is freed.
Poetry is my soul's communication.
Tonight, as we were leaving from the theater, my sister got a text. One of the students she had taught, served, and loved had committed suicide.
It's now 2:00 in the morning.
Lonely agony subdues
Flood of bitter waves of woe
Bleak thoughts echo within
What but pain has laid behind
What but Tartarus can lie ahead
Head so low and blinders on
Unseeing of thousands around
Thousands before
Thousands after
Pass beyond.
Eyes see, the blind are healed
And gates turned gold lie unconcealed
Wake in aching sweet embrace
Safely wrapped by arms of Grace
Love is Hope made into action
Almighty Power comes from compassion
Heaven’s love already found
Every heart it doth surround
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