Silent Thunder
"Poetry is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry."
— Mary Oliver
Sacred geometry and love's rhythm divine
exerts upon poets, a magnetic pull,
where once with music of our soul we align,
creative instincts rise like a raging bull,
yearning to express in words, what we do pine,
opening the floodgates, until heart feels full.
In time dissolved silence, poets pen their verse,
tuning in to whispers, of the universe.
God's plans for the soul requires us to create
emotes of gentle soul on a canvas blank,
conjuring cadence to which heart may gyrate,
that love in love with love may profusely thank
Him for inspirations that never abate;
thus upon God's boundless grace, all poets bank.
Poetry in motion, splash in the ocean,
creating as ordained, love's magic potion.
18-November-2022
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