How to begin
(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)
—e.e. cummings
April is National Poetry Month, also known as NaPoMo.
I am startled to realize God is still working today through a poem I wrote long before I suspected its deeper message for me. (Yes, it’s a poem from my new book, Where the Sky Opens.)
Poetry is layered. Sometimes hard to fathom. I want to show you a few ways to enter a poem.
Will you give me the chance? Promise me you’ll read to the end!
Are you nodding?