Ask a saint

the love of wisdom;I’d like to thinkit also meansthe wisdom of love

Where would that path then lead the human race?And what new thoughts would fill our mind and heart?Evolution would then rule three worlds:As Spirit’s cause, and Mind, and world of Form;would then be seen in Beauty, Goodness, Truth;no longer mere Survival’s tooth and claw,but Lord of evolution of our minds;of spirit, too, in seeking its…

yet questing intellect oft scans the brinkof what of Him may yet, in truth, be sought;and if that questing grow to firm intent,it clears the mind of all that blocks its path;takes on a godly aim, all on Him bent,and sharpens our devotion’s godly dart.And yet, though God’s not thought, He may be loved;so, leaving…

Yes, most of us, these days, undisciplined,approach the temple of pure poetry,when some thought stirs in deepest heart and mind, ,with all the earthy tread of careful prose…yet with a certain hope, a faith, a love,a purity of heart – that if we tread –unmetered and unrhymed petitioners –as pilgrims, sackclothed, ashen from the urnof…

he’s got something to offer the world:he’s the best judge of poetry. ever.this is his sincere opinion.so he’s obliged to tell you. often.in case you missed it.he’ll take on any other poet.invited or not.especially celebrated ones.he’ll even interrupt their own poetry readingstell them how bad they areand offer to read his own poemsto prove to…

so I didn’t write in case it sounded inconsequentialand it’s silly to write to a poet who handles words so expertly,inconsequentially..Inconsequential. That’s it. I appreciate that you want to stresslife’s inconsequentiality – this happens, that happens, butwe’re none the wiser – that’s a modern concern, I appreciate,no neat wrapping life up with a brisk end-rhyme…but…