After the poem, comes an emptiness,
a missed opportunity, a haunting plea --
what have you done for me lately?
Emptiness, the Source of poetry;
the ache for God,
the empowerment of every word.
Consult your dictionary.
I can’t keep writing forever
and what would it mean?
Redemption is not contained in words.
This poem – another brief
and partial realization –
to write it down is to lose it –
unreal when put into rhyme ...
to save my soul. And this seems like the end
of the poem, so ... what to do now?
The hunger’s still there.
O child of God, be grateful for that hunger.It will one day lead you to God.