The Word as Sacrament

For poets, it’s the Word as sacrament…

We gather to hear the Word

Which has been held deep down inside

Where it cannot abide

It must be spoken

This, the true sacramental form

The outward and audible sign of

Inward and Spiritual grace

The grace of the Word is free

The Word enlightens our minds

Stirs our hearts

And strengthens our will

And we will speak!

In the Beginning was the Word

And the Word was spoken

And through this, all things came into being

And without the Word, nothing has being

The poet knows this

The poet lives by the word

            The sacred word

And the poet desires to share the word

Because the poet believes in the word

If you doubt the power of words

Read the first chapter in a book called Genesis…

LET THERE BE LIGHT

And we are trying to echo that ancient command

Trying to say something that stirs

The Universe or (at least) someone’s heart

                        To life…

Something astounding

Something incredibly moving

Like...

Let there be

POETRY