The Poetic Soul

Ah! The poetic soul – indeed a beloved symphony to image and caress; a painting only a master's hand could render, thus profess, each stroke the hand of angels and gods at their worst and best the poetic soul a vessel, a Eucharist the poet alone can fully address, approach the sacred wine within, tilt such divine vessel toward his trembling lips, with words overflowing – and loudly confess: I am guilty! Unrepentant! And the world can have your redeemable rest....