Description

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. If God is the same yesterday, today and forever, then God is still the word. Poetry destroys and rebuilds. Poetry burns and soothes. Poetry cuts and heals. Poetry exposes the ugly and makes it a thing of beauty. Poetry makes me right when it forces me to write. Poetry purges all the emotional toxins left behind in my soul by careless humans with no idea the power of the weapons they wield. I have often finished poems astounded that I could have written it, it must be God. Who else but God could spill itself (the word) on paper in such intricate forms. Who else (what else) but God could create a series of sounds with the power to connect and manipulate the emotions of strangers. Poetry builds bridges. It explains the world and our reaction to it. Poetry is love.Poetry is life.Poetry is everything.