Last night when we walked downtown –
over the tops of buildings we saw the tops of other buildings –
spheres and shapes that had settled together, a family cobbled together.
Different and unique together.
I like when it rains and the sun is out –
the water catches the quality of the light and reflects it back.
All these things are poetry, seeing, revealing in the most unusual ways.
Poetry is the stuff of a heart that cannot be shut down.
It is a voice that continues to speak even after the tongue has been removed.
Poetry tells me I am a mystery.
I am not a problem to be solved, but
a grand result of a just and creative God.
Sandra Lee Schubert © All Rights Reserved, 2006
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