words i wish i had written....

Perhaps God is a poet
Who writes with words

Of flesh and bone and leaf and flower.

Every hour of every day,

Words pour out of the poet’s heart,

And every word is beautiful

And true and worth the telling.

And when each

Poem is perfect,

And there is no more which ought to be said,

The poet gently takes the words

Back into his heart, where

They are safe forever…

And then begins again.

goodbye, John