Poetry poles us across the river and puts music in our ears……….Ezra Pound

Ars Poetica II
by Charles Wright
I find, after all these years, I am a believer—

I believe what the thunder and lightning have to say;

I believe that dreams are real,

and that death has two reprisals;

I believe that dead leaves and black water fill my heart.
I shall die like a cloud, beautiful, white, full of nothingness.
The night sky is an ideogram,

a code card punched with holes.

It thinks it’s the word of what’s-to-come.

It thinks this, but it’s only The Library of Last Resort,

The reflected light of The Great Misunderstanding.
God is the fire my feet are held to.

THURSDAY, AUGUST 25, 2022
““Strive to enter through the narrow door” (Lk 13:24). The narrow door…this is an image that could scare us, as if salvation is destined for only a few elect, or perfect people. But this contradicts what Jesus taught us on many other occasions… Therefore, this door is narrow, but is open to everyone! Do not forget this. The door is open to everyone!”
Pope Francis

The Vibrant Channeled Creator