Relationship Wit’ a Poem

Poems with shifting shapes

Thunder down to ground themselves

Like fallen angels

Toward a glowering light beyond the trees.

If only you would ride with me tonight

To hear the ocean-like roar

Which issues forth from poems of nameless shadows

And forgotten bones…

Would you still recall the horrors of challenge

Offset by a poem rising

To the bark of the North Wind

Or an amber sunset?

And would you, then stand patiently by

While each poem waited like a great bird of prey

To swoop down upon us unbidden

As we race to clash like armies

Amongst the dirt and leaves

Of a darkening road?

-Benjamin Sloboda-

The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science. He to whom emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand wrapped in awe, is as good as dead; his eyes are closed. The insight into the mystery of life, coupled though it be with fear, has also given rise to religion. To know what is impenetrable to us really exists, manifesting itself as the highest wisdom and the most radiant beauty, which our dull faculties can comprehend only in their most primitive forms-this knowledge, this feeling is at the center of true religiousness.

-Albert Einstein-

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