The Life of a Poem

Oh!  Find a poem in the sky  above.
Angels harp and lyre…
Ocean waves gently flowing
as a soothing breeze.
Any attempt to quiet the poem
is to silence the wild hurricanes of nature
attempting to awaken the soul of men.
A poem can not be contained
like rhythm
and rhyme must flow
through designated vessels.
Poems spun in the heart
of men sounding trumpets.
Piercing arrows
inked by wisdom’s true light.
Let the poem of life
be inspired by
love
followed by
faith
holding the hand of
hope
filled with
compassion
& tolerance
Like the roar of crushing waves
bursting with gusto!
Oh!
The life of a poem
is music to the heart,
food for the soul.
Parables for the wise
like the air we must breathe.