A Poem Is A Cup Of Words

Read, Read, And Then Read Some More. Always Read. Find The Voices That Speak Most To You. This Is Your Pleasure And Blessing, As Well As Responsibility!

Maybe We Try Too Hard To Be Remembered, Waking To The Glowing Yellow Disc In Ignorance, Swearing That Today Will Be The Day, Today We Will Make Something Of Our Lives. What If We Are So Busy Searching For Worth That We Miss The Sapphire Sky And Cackling Blackbird. What Else Is Missing? Maybe Our Steps Are Too Straight And Our Paths Too Narrow And Not Overlapping. Maybe When They Overlap Someone In Another Country Lights A Candle, A Couple Resolves Their Argument, A Young Man Puts Down His Silver Gun And Walks Away.

As A Direct Line To Human Feeling, Empathic Experience, Genuine Language And Detail, Poetry Is Everything That Headline News Is Not. It Takes Us Inside Situations, Helps Us Imagine Life From More Than One Perspective, Honors Imagery And Metaphor - Those Great Tools Of Thought - And Deepens Our Confidence In A Meaningful World.

It Is Really Hard To Be Lonely Very Long In A World Of Words. Even If You Don't Have Friends Somewhere, You Still Have Language, And It Will Find You And Wrap Its Little Syllables Around You And Suddenly There Will Be A Story To Live In.

Since There Is No Place Large Enough To Contain So Much Happiness, You Shrug, You Raise Your Hands, And It Flows Out Of You Into Everything You Touch. You Are Not Responsible. You Take No Credit, As The Night Sky Takes No Credit For The Moon, But Continues To Hold It, And Share It, And In That Way, Be Known.