Sometimes what I want to say doesn't come out in a narrative, or an essay. Or a story. Sometimes it needs setting apart. Special treatment.
Peter Kreeft, professor of philosophy at Boston College, once wrote that he thought earthly music was fallen poetry from heaven and that earthly poetry was fallen prose from heaven. I like the idea that poetry exists as the common language of heaven.
Following are first lines and titles of poems from Finding Joy. If you want to read them complete - you will need to click on the title link.
Reach Reach out.
There Will Be Change Like a breath of mountain rain
We Are God's The promise of Fall
Just Beginning Reflected in the mirror, those wordly-blue eyes
Always Faithful Been waiting for Spring
The Word I can't get over the Word
Autumn's Canvas Rain fell yesterday
can you imagine? i saw a music video
Inside This House Inside this house
For Us, Red ... like the rubbery beard of a rooster, folded and wrinkled,
Would I? Would I answer the call
A Bus Ticket to Heaven I wish I could buy a bus ticket to heaven
Truth In the beginnning
Season of Singing If I invented color
Even Weeds It's a weed
Wings of Morning Getting ready for school
It Had to Be You took the forty lashes; you wore the thorny crown.
Carry Me Home Tell me a story, Daddy
The Coming of Robins We are about to lose Winter for the year