When Words Fail – Hildi Froese Tiessen

 January 17, 2016


Cor. 15:3-8, 12-14, 16-19



“A poet,” Michael Leach has remarked, “is a seer who cultivates the Christ-like faculty of looking at what is temporal and discerning what is eternal. As Jesus saw splendor in the lilies of the field, the poet, too, perceives power in everyday places.” Poetry can name pain and joy. It can probe and illumine, enlighten and inspire. It gives us new ears to hear what we might have heard all along, but too often didn’t. The poet, TS Eliot wrote, “is occupied with the frontiers of consciousness beyond which words fail, though meanings still exist.”  The poet bears listening to.