A Poet is a Proverbial Messenger

Words as a kernel
The proverbs of poetry
As a healing balm
As cures for our deceptions
Our wounds and our injuries

As a mustard seed
Feeble and frail to begin
That needs nurturing
With tender loving  kindness
Blooming majestically

From humble beginnings
With sufficient nourishment
Rooted in firm soil
We all can truly blossom
We all can grow and flourish

So is this our life
That thrives on love and kindness
Waiting to blossom
To receive living water
And be rooted with firmness

The kind thoughts we share
The hope we give others
Are timely blessings
To nurture and to cure us
To return us to wholeness

The tokens of love
Enfolded in poetry
Scripted for healing
For dutiful correction
Presented in blank verses

Verses like proverbs
Intended for reflection
As messages of hope
To find sunshine in darkness
And joy borne out of sorrow

Charged with a mission
A poet is messenger
Conveyer of trust
To dispense human kindness
And bring hope to the weary

Poets are human
They, too, need other poets
Others with feelings
Some who, perhaps, have suffered
With love, brought back to wholeness

Pain is reminder
Of our physical nature
We bleed and suffer
Like all things made of matter
Cured by the kindness of Grace

A time now for hope
A time now for poetry
As proverbs of love
As harbingers of good cheer
To return all to wholeness.