WAYLOST

WAYLOST   There upon that intent star: Trust of wandering men: of truth The most reminding witness: we fix our eyes also: waylost: the wanderers: ~ Macleish   Something is Different SomethingHas changed Perhaps We are justAll worn out Tired From the fight And we wantPeace Sleep But the enemyIs still there Waiting And weAre…

In The Burning Light

IN THE BURNING LIGHT All animalsAll creaturesAll beauty Dead. How couldGod letThis happen? People asked And thenGod replied “Men did” And putOut theFire withRain As heOpenedA door betweenThe cloudsOf smoke Where theSouls of all theCreatures Went ~ R.M. Engelhardt ©

Write.

WRITE. Manifest power in words. Write poetry. Name your own humanity. Ponder creation thru inner meaning. Find hidden voices in the universal consciousness of soul. Find yourself, and then return again. Poetry is the sacred religion Of both time & space older than Civilization itself. Poetry is dead. Poetry is living. Poetry is everything. Poetry…