National Poetry Writing Month #30

On Endings

For the final day of National Poetry Writing Month

Being neither Whitman nor Frost,
we have come anyway,
to this place of words,
to this gathering of minds
brought to us by a digital world
that even cummings’ imagination
did not lay onto an altered page.

Equalized by these aughts and ones
that string together like DNA,
this man-made code that awes us,
leads us, Babel-like, too close
to the throne of God,

we are drawn to the light
of our touchable screens
like moths yet to be burned,
seeking connection or truth,
the litany of an age long since
numb to what it knows

of blood and tears and war,
forever proving the depths
to which a species given choice
will fall.  We rise

to forgiveness with humbled hearts,
kept honest by our love of words,
and the peace of a yoke
laid upon us by a God
willing to die.

Ramona Levacy
April 30, 2013

Thanks for joining me on this journey of 30 days straight of poetry writing.  Congratulations to everyone who took up the challenge!  May we poets continue to grow in number and the love of a well-turned phrase never die.