Tell me the way you write poetry

Tell me the way you write poetry, and I will enter into your sentences, your words, your very letters,

And I will endeavour to tell you what lurks deep within the heart of your thoughts.

Invite me into your worldview, my friend, though I may not assent to your every opinion, for I have my own,

Show me your world and I will show you mine. I am no psychologist or philosopher to assess you or pass judgement upon you, my friend,

I am but a fellow wayfarer on the journey, a transient passerby, a flitting, fluttering, butterfly, here upon this earth for but a fleeting moment,

In short, consider me your friend for I ardently see you as mine, my brother Man and sister Woman from this family of humankind, living within the homely confines of our pleasant family home called earth,

Let me hear you speak, let me read what you write, let me listen to the rhythym of your thoughts, which I imagine cannot be anything but beautiful, flowing as they do from a soul created in imago Dei,

Let me listen to you for a thousand years, for I know myself and have heard my own thoughts echoing painfully, endlessly, within the Cathedral of my heart, and I know what I think and say and do and think,

Long, long enough have I been the center of my universe, let me learn who you are, my friend, my brother, my sister, my companion, com panis, you with whom I break my daily bread, my daily bread of the air, the water, and the love of God, upon God's good earth.

Show me your world, and I will show you mine. Invite me to your worldview, and I will say unto you, Tauchen Sie ein in meine Weltanschauung, and welcome you into my mind, my world, my worldview,

Where I desire that you hear of the love of God, of God, of the good, good God...