Courage
Courage
bless the poet, whose soul still writes
heart still murmurs words
on dirty bits of paper
by the light of starbursts
from antiwarcraft shells.
hears the oceans roaring wonders
through the outcries of humanity
which lift off to wander disconsolate
through generation of despair.
sees beauty in a single dandelion
pushing through a concrete prison yard
bright sun’s daughter resplendent
even to its spirit-puff dispelled
by cold acid winds.
poets bring a taste
of life to hungry mouths
mimes silenced by the greedy politic
fingers broken on a rack of fear
of truth.
truth lives, lives eager, rabid
pours from the cracks of their bodies
touches, rebounds and touching again,
again past all imprisonment
the words
glorious and abiding
even in the face of god.
Copyright © Patricia Cresswell | Year Posted 2017
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