As we have said before, the poet lives on the cutting edge, often with a Hidden God, a God who remains unrevealed. Even this paradox is a prayer. They are poems written when one feels utterly forsaken. Language is, for a poet of experience, at best a mere approximation of the felt presence of that Otherness. The art of the contemplative poet is predicated on the belief in a universal order external to himself, in a relationship between the material and spiritual realm.
Poetry flows from our most intense emotions.
For the poet, the search is often the vocation. The actual writing of poetry becomes the poet's prayer. It is a writing that frequently seems to skirt God and all issues about God. The modern poet cannot solve his problem by coming to rest in God. No, the poet must sink teeth into the world, and embrace it in its total brokenness.