Poetry

I like poetry.

Probably because my Mommy loves poetry, and therefore I have heard all types since memory began for me. It is a part of me, so to speak.

Some poems are like old friends to me; I come upon them and a happy feeling comes over me. I read the poem and enjoy the lines, but also enjoy the memories the poem brings back.

I like poetry that says something. Certain poets have never suited me, but these are very rare.
Is there not something beautiful in poetry? It is the same as music to me. It is an expression of the soul; it reminds me (if it's good, if it has a message) that we are created in the image of God, and God loves beauty. The universe is a poem in a way. It is soul-stirring, like a song that is sad and patient, happy and carefree, ethereal and beautiful.

God is the Composer of us and everything visible and invisible. God gave us music, God gave us beauty, and God gave us poetry.

I like poetry.

God’s Grandeur

The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like a shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell; the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And, for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs-
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

- Gerard Manley Hopkins