Thursday, November 23, 2006


Life is poetry.
It's not a question of weather or not it was written,
it's a question of what the auther wanted to write.
The author is present in every word in the poem,
no matter how small it may see.
You can interpret it however you want,
You can make what you will of all the imagery,
but in the end. If you truly wish to see the meaning,
You must consult the heart of the Poet.

Don't disregard anything for coinsidence.
God is in the mystery.
Seek His heart for the moment.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I love this. Remember our talk about just enjoying poetry? Not tearing it apart or trying to find meanings that arent there...just listening. When we try to figure everything out....we lose it.

I love His mystery. It's so beautiful.