To All the Poets by Andrew Peterson

To all the poets I have known:
who saw the beauty in the common place,
saw incarnation in a Baby's face,
and, in a drop of rain: the stars.
When there was mud and blood and tears,
you sang a song at night to calm our fears.
You made a moment last a thousand years;
you are the poets I have known.

To all the poets I have known,
you built a kingdom out of sea and sand.
You conquered armies with a marching band.
You carved a galaxy in stone.
You built an altar out of bread
and spent your soul to see the children fed.
You wove your heart in every story read.
Thank God for poets I have known.

And you keep on dreaming
when the dreams all fade.
When friends desert you,
you're the ones who stay
to write the prayers when every prayer had been prayed.
You are the poets I have known.

You turned your tears into a string of pearls.
You held your sorrow high to light the world
when I thought I was alone.
In every man, you saw the boy.
The hidden heart, the dark could not destroy.
Slipped past the dragons with a tale of joy,
thank God for poets I have known,

'cause you keep on dreaming
when the dreams all fade.
When friends desert me,
you're the ones who stayed
to write the prayers when every prayer had been prayed.

You walking wounded of my life,
who bled compassion in the heat of strife.
You stood between my heart and Satan's knife
with just the armour of a song.
You are the heroes and the brave,
who with a slender pen our passions save,
and chisel epitaphs upon the graves
of all the poets I have known.

So keep on dreaming,
keep on dreaming.
So keep on dreaming,
keep on dreaming,
keep on dreaming.

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Thanks to Danielle for the great share!

Write on!

Clove