Ah, Friday, you burst forth on the wings of a frosted sun....

   I've been doing research lately.  Reading old collections of poetry to be more exact.  I've always been an admirer of the poet.  The neat, succinct, and eloquent words chosen for the line; it catches hold of me and refuses to let go.  I've never fancied myself gifted in this area, but oh how I've longed and chased that dream.

   Here's a little something that I'm going to call Today's Truth.  It will likely mean something very different to each of you faithful readers, but that is what it's about.  You will never fully understand my truth as I could never feel yours.  Enjoy these words, this truth, sit on it for a while, let it filter in, resonate, and find home in your heart.

  It is absurd to think that the only way to tell if a poem is lasting is to wait and see if it lasts.  The right reader of a good poem can tell the moment it strikes him that he has taken an immortal wound-that he will never get over it.  That is to say, permanence in poetry, as in love, is perceived instantly.  It hasn't to await the test of time.  The proof of a poem is not that we have never forgotten it, but we knew at sight we never could forget it.

                                                                                                      -Robert Frost


Happy inspired Friday!