The Master Poet
Contributed by
blueyes11
on
Wednesday, 29th December 2004 @ 09:08:39 PM in AEST
Topic:
ChristianPoetry
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Amist the twisted matter,
The indistinguishable tissues.
Therin lies the means.
To string together thoughts,
To move this stick of ink,
To form the lines and shapes,
That create the letters, words, ideas,
That fill these lines, pages, books, shelves,
Entire worlds,
With the embodiment,
No, the translation,
Of hindered human expression.
All wired and sewn,
With haphazard order,
By a Master Artist.
The poet who writes, not in words,
But in the sky,
He inscribes His signature,
Upon the blue and gold splinters
Of the eye.
His stamp of incalculable value,
Is placed amongst the soaring stars.
I cannot do it.
These scratches cannot express,
What He could.
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