Let There Be Poetry Poem by Matthew Holloway

In the silent hour of the still morning
In the sound ofwind and rain
Against and beyond the windows and walls
Which shelter body and soul
In the warm afternoon
And the cooling of the evening
let there be poetry
In every song and story heard
In each moment lived
Be it joyful or sorrow tainted
Be it memorable and magnificent
Or something you think back to
On those rare occasions
let there be poetry
Let some things echo forever
Repeated or forgotten
Then remembered again
In all of this and everything
Let there be poetry