I sing of punctuation....'What? ', you say, <br />'I've never heard a sonnet on that theme! '; <br />and thus this modest goddess, clothed in grace, <br />performs her holy task; unheard, unseen, <br /> <br />except in trivial printed marks (- like this -) <br />punctilious editors put in - or erase; <br />yet, she's the Sherpa to the mind's high bliss <br />who leads our thoughts to peaks of silent praise; <br /> <br />immortal consort of the god of speech, <br />handmaid of mind, bestowing measured pause <br />between each thought; their silent truth to reach <br />by resting mind in mind's divine true cause. <br /> <br />O worship her, her power so great and blest, <br />whose shortest silence, wildest mind may rest!<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/0047-ode-to-the-goddess-of-punctuation/
