I know I bang on too much for some of you about poetry but, as Mary Oliver says, “…poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry.” I recently came across a book by Robert Waldron, Poetry as Prayer and was taken by the following passage:
Through the poetic experience we come to experience the deeper, fuller, richer possibility of life and are confronted with the folly of our superficiality and self-centeredness.
We are insistently and powerfully beckoned by true poetry to live more fully in the light and vibrancy of Reality. This demands a dying to the false self… and a courageous entering into the realms of the true self, the self that is the image of God, of Divine Beauty, ever come forth from God’s creative love.
You see, all the time I have been looking for my true self!