I tried to write you in a poem—
I swear I did not lack the will!
Yet all the same, my failed attempt
Betrays a certain lack of skill.
My clumsy pen has not the craft
To slip your heart inside these lines.
My feeble art could never hope
To paint your mind in mortal rhymes.
For how could I express your faith
In every creature’s deepest worth—
Or how you search the furthest depths
To find the glories of the earth?
Or how could I contain the way
You gather up my tears and sighs—
Then straighten out my crooked thoughts
And point me gently to the skies?
No, I could never think to write
Within my paltry little poem
Your infinite capacity
To live and learn and long for home.
God bless my failure, then, to make
Your soul into these stanzas bleed—
For then I fear you might become
The only poem I’d ever read.