A Poem

A Poem is not just a thing of words...
It's a work of Art.
It's not contained and constrained by the lyrical or the thematic things of the dramatic strings we pull
or the Words.
Most definitely not by the words we think
and pluck from within our shallowest of minds,
for those are only the signposts,
messengers of a weightier and far more distant truth.
A tesseract built out of
the immutable and esoteric laws of Cosmic-language, space, and, time
that can only be clasped within our immortal souls, hearts, and minds
And if ever we could ever deign to loose
such a powerful thing,
then we'd be destined call ourselves fools,
and be ashamed of our very names.
For the only one who can speak such truths is God.
And the only poet to have ever said it right
is Him.
All we can ever do is try,
and what an elegantly beautiful thing
that is.


Post Script

Like the little children telling mom she's grand
as they hold her hand, while their feet dangle and sway
off the edge of that bench, where they sit and enjoy the
good day, he appreciates our efforts
just as much
as the sun touches her hair
and her smile says it all
approval from that God
is as the love kisses that
fall.
:)