Spiritual sustenance, naturally.

A poem that says it all

Born innocent, one

– that’s I –

strives hard to become

an adult, no longer childish,

worldly-wise

in one’s art, one’s love, one’s life . . .

Then discovers:

that no one ever

becomes an adult,

becomes either

delightfully childlike

or pitifully juvenile . . .

Discovers:

one’s art to be outside the art game

one’s faith outside the religious game

one’s love outside the sex game

Discovers:

one’s own little song

and dares to sing it

in all variations,

unsuited as it may be

for mass communication . . .

For perhaps

here and there

someone will hear it

and listen

and know

and say

Ah!
YES!

From Art as a Way: A Return to the Spiritual Roots, Frederick Franck, New York: Crossroad, 1981

Comments on: "A poem that says it all" (4)

  1. Ah yes!

    I respond to that little child.

    Always will.

    They’re the best thing about our Self.

    michael j

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  2. Frederick Franck has been one of my heroes for many years. I LOVE this poem. It seems so true to him – and to you. Love.

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    • Thanks, Cris. Franck is one of my long-time favorites, too. Every time I look at one of his books, it makes me want to hand-letter and illustrate a book myself! In my spare time!

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