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.
Poets used to write primarily for God
Or about the kinds of people who take long and dangerous trips in search of God.
Their tools were images and symbols that could “light up the truth” –
Truth that uninspired reason, by itself, wasn’t able to touch – much less attain.
I believe poets are ready to return to these artistic/spiritual roots –
Pouring out light into our contemporary darkness,
Displaying literary compassion to sustain people through their Trumpian confusion –
Along with uncovering intimations of a God hidden in plain sight
Behind all the materialism now drenching our greed-stunned world.