Poetry comes alive to me through recitation.
Surely God would not have created such a being as man with an ability to grasp the infinite to exist only for a day! No no man was made for immortality.
Let not him who is houseless pull down the house of another but let him work...
Allow the president to invade a neighboring nation whenever he shall deem it...
There is another old poet whose name I do not now remember who said 'Truth...
From your silken hair to your delicate feet you are perfection to me....
Until they put that sand and dirt in my face I will not sit in church all...
God has no religion.
