Some poets enjoy exploring beauty in nature –
While others prefer “punching out” big ideas.
Some poets muse about where we came from –
While others look ahead to where we might be going.
Some poets get depressed and lie down in their cups –
While others become, and sometimes remain, righteously angry.
But the greatest poets – the truly great ones –
Look right into the face of divine nothingness
And express the inexpressible.
The truly great ones fall so deeply in love with the Holy
That they write shy “spiritual letters” to eternity
Which sometimes provoke surprising responses from God
And anyone fortunate enough to stumble upon this holy correspondence.
This is a beauty. Thank you