Oh, how I live the intricate wisdom <br />of the Lord's poetic death in darkness, <br />with a sweet embrace, I felt <br />the cunning warmness of caress <br />as though a brother needs affection, <br />whispering the swiftness of the soul <br />in a tender passion of compassionate. <br />Oh, how I wander the intricate <br />wisdom of the Spirit's poetic light, <br />with a cunning nurture of his wings, <br />I felt the dusty pique of time <br />as though a lost soul needs affection, <br />sweetly whispering like a pixie <br />in a tender express of expression. <br />For God loves the poetry of his own <br />creation, the fulness of his charity <br />with no point of beginning not it ends! <br />Certainly, God himself is a poet <br />to the fulness meaning of his words, <br />Poetry then is the faculty of God!<br /><br />Gil Gregorio<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poetry-is-the-faculty-of-god/
