A fascination with words essential for poetry

I’ve been in love with words ever since I saw “See Dick run!” and Jane, too. I was especially turned on by poetry. “Great wide wonderful world with all the grasses around you curled…” and “The goldenrod is yellow, the corn is turning brown…” by Helen Hunt Jackson.

Of course, I do a crossword puzzle every day in the newspaper. They are a challenge. I also can solve most of the jumbled word puzzles, my favorites. On TV, I am addicted to watching “Jeopardy” and “Wheel of Fortune” before bedtime each evening.

My granddaughter, Deni, comes to play Scrabble every Wednesday evening. We usually go neck and neck, and then I’ll win for six weeks in a row, then she’ll beat me several times. Words, we have the newest Scrabble dictionary where you’ll find such new words as “QI” and “emoji.”

Much of the Bible is poetry. How else would you explain the creation story? “And the earth was without form and void.” A black hole as we know it today. Then the Psalms, a love story intertwined between man and woman and God and man. Lastly, God sent the Word, His Son, Jesus, to the rescue. John 1:1, “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.”

I write to find answers, especially in poetry. I have four books of poetry published. I’m a lifetime member of the Wisconsin Fellowship of Poets. This poem is published in “Poetry Out of Wisconsin,” one of the WFOP’s anthologies.

A Tree and a Prayer

Let me grow, O God, as a tree

ever taller reaching toward thee,

ever wider reaching toward others

with healing shade of compassion and mercy,

with roots growing ever deeper

into the solid ground of reality.

Let me bow my head in the storm of thy wrath

And feel the tears of repentance gently

Wash all stain and grime away.

That I may be as humble as a tree,

let me feel the sun full on my face

and grow in knowledge of thy grace.