I've spent most of my life hacking at the branches of my problems and having no sustained improvement as a result. Over the last few years, the roots have started to be more clear to me and now I'm making more efforts to strike them. One of the axes that I use is poetry - writing poetry, specifically. In this first episode I discuss that process and I share and talk about my poem "The Poet's Call."
The Poet's Call
Write hard words
To break your soul against
Redemptive words too
To bind it up again.
_Also, I referenced a poem by E. E. Cummings _
may I be I is the only prayer--not may I be great or good or beautiful or wise or strong. - Cummings
and one by Rainer Maria Rilke.
God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
then walks with us silently out of the night.
These are the words we dimly hear:
You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Flare up like a flame
and make big shadows I can move in.
Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Don’t let yourself lose me.
Nearby is the country they call life.
You will know it by its seriousness.
Give me your hand.
Book of Hours, I 59