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First of all, it is a blessing that it is currently the Sabbath. And on the Sabbath, we have our greatest opportunity to find freedom from the world, while still necessarily being in the world.

Poetry, a wonderful thing created by Yah, is far too often taken by the world for its own means. Nonetheless, it remains a beautiful way of praising our Creator. It allows us to reflect the magnificence of creation with the creativity that our Father has blessed us with. The problem, of course, is that there is quite a lot of disagreement about what poetry actually is.

Have no fear. I'm here to provide yet another definition. But again, don't worry, because this definition is no more than a restriction, a constraint on how to write a poem. Really, it's just fun with syllables.

A couple weeks ago, I came up with a new poetic form (at least it is new as far as I know...not sure why any serious poet would use it to write a good poem.) It works like this:

1. Each line must contain three words, and only three words.
2. Each line must contain six syllables, and only six syllables.
3. The six syllables can be placed across the three words in any fashion, as long as rules 1 and 2 are not broken.

And so, practicing with this form, I came up with the following poem:

The Beautiful Blessings (Released by Believing)

The stars illuminate
Unto deeper spirits—
Those human believers,
Visionaries called saints.

Starlight shines overhead
Before daylight arrives,
Blooming into morning,
When lilies imagine
The great celebration
Wedding—behold blessings.

Stars illuminate nights—
Saints feel mortality.

Flowers, blessings, children:
Mercy releases them.


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Just something that came from thinking about how much of a blessing the sabbath is, combined with having fun with words and syllables, which is more fun than one might think. You can do all kinds of things with them, because...

I'm told people think in ten syllables.
I tend to think in nine syllables.

And then I think--does that mean I come up one short of normal, or do I require one less then normal to accomplish the same task? And then I think--do I need to find an answer to that question? It's poetry, no one really knows what it is anyway. And so then I think-- ...no...enough of that thinking. I think it's Sabbath and time to sit back and relax and let my praises to my Father be my praises to my Father.

Be blessed.