Writing Resources from Fifteen Minutes of Fiction

Human Poetry

In feeble, stuttering lines of metaphor,
In childish epigrams of human wit,
In simple rhyme and rhythmic cadences,
The wisest thoughts of man are poorly writ.
In towering snow-capped peaks and ice-cold streams,
In evergreens sprung from the fertile sod,
In majesty of woods and fields, are rhymes
And rhythms of the poetry of God.

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