There is something about poetry that has always fascinated me. As a child I was captivated by Coleridge’s visions of Xanadu. At the time I had no conceptual knowledge of what he was speaking too. All I understood was I loved the way it lifted me beyond myself and connected me to a vision of something of grandeur.
Poetry is the voice of the soul, it is a way of distilling into a few words the essence of truth and light. It is powerful, as it can cut deep to the core of unrighteousness or it can lift you beyond self to the very gates of heaven. Poetry is perhaps the language of the angels, the glorious beings that dwell in the thin places of our world. A poem does not apologise for its views, it has no master and even its author becomes its subject once the poem has found its life.
Poetry is prayer and I work with it to give life to prayer. It helps me find the expression for what I see but cannot describe, to give voice to what I hear but cannot understand. It is the language I feel most comfortable in when I speak to God.