for things beyond our explanations
for things beyond our repair
we resort to religion
for all the beauty amidst the ugliness
for all those that we can still justify
we resort to poetry
back to the essence of things
back to awe and wonder
back to the first birth of imagination
i, grab, the power of poetry
i will start with the finest grain of sand
and then your soft hand.
RIC S. BASTASA
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/if-religion-is-the-opium-of-the-people/
