A Consideration of Robert Herrick
By Lawrence “Mack in Texas” Hall
Yes, they are awkward, those poems written in shapes
But if God writes our lives as poetry
Limned and formed for our continuation
We ask that He shape us with clarity and charity
A line of verse is not a scattering of thoughts
Flung randomly as leaves upon the ground
But rather a thoughtful, heartful shaping of meaning
To forward life to its logical end
Yes, they are awkward, those poems written in shapes
But we are awkward, if not shaped with love