Poetry

“And if the world has ceased to hear you say to the silent earth:
I flow. To the rushing water, speak. I am.”
―Rainer Maria Rilke

Someone asked me what is the point of poetry
and from her emptiness, I spoke…

That wealth may not be amassed
by mere words,
but only the riches of the gentleness of thought,
that our own tears may flow together
with the rest of humanity.
That our small light may bring light
to someone else’s darkness.
That our depth of understanding
may lift someone out of their own inner chaos
and reacquaint them with joy.

So that wounded mortals will rise
on tides of loveliness
like flowers blossoming in the darkness
because we have helped them belong
to the beauty of everything with words.

It is sunshine and even rain that
enables us to flourish.

No, our words have not brought us great…