In times such as these, poetry can be strong medicine for our wounds, our worries and our fears. For me it has long been the most articulate language of religion. A contemporary poet writes “it is a healing balm that reminds of what is essential, the invisible truths that lie beyond the grasp of reason yet sustain the soul’s deepest longing.” Not all poetry makes sense to me. But when it does make sense, when it speaks a language I understand, it is what I live for. April is Poetry Month! What good timing.
With Rev. Jill McAllister