Poetry Is The Faculty Of God Poem by Gil Gregorio

Oh, how I live the intricate wisdom
of the Lord's poetic death in darkness,
with a sweet embrace, I felt
the cunning warmness of caress
as though a brother needs affection,
whispering the swiftness of the soul
in a tender passion of compassionate.
Oh, how I wander the intricate
wisdom of the Spirit's poetic light,
with a cunning nurture of his wings,
I felt the dusty pique of time
as though a lost soul needs affection,
sweetly whispering like a pixie
in a tender express of expression.
For God loves the poetry of his own
creation, the fulness of his charity
with no point of beginning not it ends!
Certainly, God himself is a poet
to the fulness meaning of his words,
Poetry then is the faculty of God!