Though I do not consider myself a poet, there are times when an overwhelming urge-prahaps a few rhymes circulating in my brain, or a poignant strain in a song-inspires me to. write one occasionally.
As a child, I believed that rhyming was the sole element of poetry, such as I often heard in advertising jingles. There was no inkling in my mind whatever of the importance of meter, or even syllables. But that began to change when I read the Illid, and discovered that it was written in hexameter.
I still am fairly ignorant of all the nuances and meters of poetry, but I now have some sense of structure, as well as of rhyme. And here is a poem I wrote on the Beatific Vision.
What is it like to behold
A vision brighter than gold,
Beholding God in the face,
Comprehending but a trace?
What doth the heart and the mind
In that awesome sight do find?
What ecstasy in the sight
Of that most glorious light!
To glimpse that vision splendid
For which man was intended,
Of God infinite enthralls
The souls of those He calls.
The end of men's desires,
How it kindles love's fires!
Forever in unity,
One with the Divinity!
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