Solstice

This sonnet is a tribute to all the Poetry Pub Poets who have been such an encouragement and blessing over many years. As this is the weekend of Rabbit Room’s Hutchmooth Conference in Nashville, TN, many of them are there in attendance. I am missing them and praying they have wonderfully inspiring weekend. As I mentioned this poem is a tribute. These poets whom I have come to know have show me kindness and hospitality, and their generosity has been life giving. I am so grateful to the Lord for them. Write on, poets wherever you are. Your words are enchantments that are being used in the work of Him Who Makes All Things New. I trust you poets whom I have heard To dis-spell darkness with your words. I’ll follow your lead to the darkest day. I’ll hear and believe all you’ve to say About the ills of the wicked and bad— The grief of trauma and loss, the sad Which you beat into golden, lined-welds To bind together all the broken we’ve held. And I hope to be the first to cheer When gathered on blankets neath trees to hear All the poems you’ve prayed, how their mending Worked to bring high-summer — this never-ending Solstice where in The Park, the Spirit’s breeze Blows healing that falls as light on the leaves. © Randall Edwards 2023 Get full access to Backward Mutters at backwardmutters.substack.com/subscribe