By Faith
By faith, my pen writes gratitude
Or I would write of things more touchable
And meditation be a vain soliloquy.
And prayer nostalgic mood.
But I am yet persuaded faith is movement
Born or stillness, set in motion by motionlessness
No sight is seen but kneeling form
Kneeling in the hours of quiet sent.
And faith is waiting, mighty filling reservoir
To burst the walls at floodtide roll and roar.
And faith is nuclear, fire spreading wings
Purging earth, and sky and star.
Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.
Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.
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| Pride In Color | 1 | 01/01/2010 |
| Father God, | 1 | 12/03/2009 |
| The Hollow Beat | 0 | 12/03/2009 |
| The Merging | 0 | 12/03/2009 |
| The Kiss of Love and Glory | 0 | 12/03/2009 |
| The Kiss of Love and Glory | 0 | 12/03/2009 |
| Naked Glory | 0 | 11/07/2009 |
| If My Eye Be Single | 0 | 11/07/2009 |
| Cold And Hot to Fog | 0 | 11/07/2009 |
| In that Quiet | 1 | 11/06/2009 |
| Against Idols | 0 | 11/06/2009 |
| By Faith | 0 | 11/06/2009 |
| The Word of God | 0 | 11/06/2009 |
| Rootedness | 0 | 11/06/2009 |
| Craned Necks and World Crosses | 0 | 10/01/2009 |
| Art and Essence | 1 | 10/01/2009 |
| Petition to my Eternal Father | 0 | 08/10/2009 |
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