The Higher Dream Poem by Daniel Brick

Great. Appreciated the last line of the last section.

hey, daniel! i read this yesterday and started to comment but ran out of time. getting back to it now. my favorite line— they flap in every passing wind. and what if the things become disconnected? might they have new meanings? i read into this what seems to be the disintegration of my own memory, my inability to recall things i know that i know. i'm not there, but i think that rather than be frustrated by it, it's better to let it go. from experience i know the knowledge will surface eventually. and if i'm near the internet... i don't know how long you worked on this, but it flows as though it came right out. and i like the shape. Why are we so slow? Why are we not hastening? good questions. i reflect on myself and know i've definitely been slow. but i'm convinced we can't hasten the progress or shaping of our souls, our characters. we have to wait and rely on grace, and there's never a reason to boast as though we ourselves accomplished it. from paul in 1 cor 1 as rendered in the message: That makes it quite clear that none of you can get by with blowing your own horn before God. Everything that we have—right thinking and right living, a clean slate and a fresh start—comes from God by way of Jesus Christ. i like this poem, daniel. good stuff. glen

Yes, I see this poem as a higher dream for our words and our world. Nice connection to Eliot. I especially connected to the final stanza. Our language and our words are sacred and should be considered as such. I recently wrote a found poem using a speech by Trump. I struggled where to send the poem because he uses so many expletives. The idea that we are on a pilgrimage, being buffeted about by winds conjured up the Native Americans...but then it conjured up all of us right now.

We are on a pilgrimage that will make us better people.. beautiful..! The poem is very nicely penned.. congratulations