Sandra Dodd

Rookie (April 17,1967 / Los Angeles, CA)

Art Serves Man As Man Serves His Art - Poem by Sandra Dodd

When there was a drought of goodly spirit
Hearts hardened to brittle clay
The poet wrote a string of true words
that pierced their crusty souls.
Their spirits were set free,
they cried until the cisterns were full.

When the sighted could no longer see
what was obvious before there eyes.
The artist painted an explanation.
Understanding was brought down
from the rafters to the courtyards,
they danced with their neighbors.

When generosity abandoned
The artisans came from all around
They crafted with sage hands tales of their cultures
Gave them to whomever would grasp the treasures
Pearls, and quartz and turquoise were adorned
Colloquy in every tongue exchanged with empathy
they spoke of the wonder of a loving exchange

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 31, 2010

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