Poetry: a deepening beauty

29 Nov

T.S. Eliot once said, “Genuine poetry can communicate before its understood.”

My relationship with poetry has always been a foreign one up until late. I never quite understood it. Maybe I was just introduced to bad poetry at the time. Weird phrases and words that I can hardly understand falling off the tongue of an artist. It never boded well. It never struck a chord or sparked a desire within me. But God is doing a new thing here. Curiosity and wonder are stirring. What once was considered dust has become my garden.

I recently partook in a poetry night with friends. There were countless times water filled my eyes or laughter leaped from my gut through the thoughtful musings and longings of others. It was wondrous. I have an appetite for it now. Here is one short poem that continues to feed my soul. 

“Earth’s crammed with heaven,

And every common bush afire with God,

But only he who sees takes off his shoes’

The rest sit round and pluck blackberries.”

-Elizabeth Barret Browning

God is speaking amongst common bushes once seen as empty. I wonder what other bushes I might be missing? I wonder what other slices of earth are crammed with heaven for us? May we have eyes to see and ears to hear and take off our shoes together in worship. 


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