Poetry in motion,
That is what we are!
Dear friends, do you not see it,
Do you not see its rhythms,
The ebb and flow of life
That has poured out since the dust formed us?!
And that even amidst the chaos and confusion,
The brokenness of our lives,
The heavens still speak in poetry!
There is music within the motion of the planets
And the stars paint with colors unseen,
Deeper purples and more royal blues
Than man could ever conceive!
But greater still, greater even than
The highest heavens
The most unfathomable depths
The widest horizons,
Greater than all is the Light that shines,
The illuminating presence in our imagination.
Oh, such imagination!
God-breathed dreams manifesting in reality;
Ink upon paper,
Paint upon canvas,
Visions pulled out of solid rock.
Human expressions of divine impressions,
A soul touched ever-so-gently by the finger of the Creator.
We move as poets.
