Poetry Is Where We Meet

My pen isn’t for decoration,

My poetry, not a symbol of intellectual sophistication,

My pen is a living organism,

And my poetry is a revolution,

For if it’s not,

Then I must shred each paper,

Where I spread that supreme,

That presence in the inklings,

Breathing word by word, 

To heal,

To hug another heart,

Or become a home to someone,

It’s not me but HIM through me,

I am only a vehicle,

Of bringing meaning to this business of living,

My poetry is not a track to reach somewhere,

But it itself, every second of doing it itself is the destination,

Where I and the supreme meet,

For if it wasn’t,

Then what's the need to rebel?

And paint love on paper?