CHRIST IN WINTER: Reflections on Faith & Life for the Years of Winter
ASSIGNING THE LINES-poem [F, 5-14-21]
[From my poetry journal of T, 1-19-21]
I don’t know who it is
but someone assigns
the poetry lines
to their respectable
places
Perhaps it is God
or the muses
or an algorithm
developed by angels
working the angles
But like the water
that now exists
and has always existed
every drop right now
that is every drop
that has ever been
So every poem line
has existed from the start
of time, waiting
for its placement
Just the right time
The necessary place
The correct poet
The open poem
Hoping that its big break
will come
in a place pleasing
to the eye and ear
Hoping to be
the final line
The one recited
in the heart
John Robert McFarland
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