This appears to be a quote month. All else inside of me is being expressed in other ways than here for now; I'm so glad people have written to give voice to what is delightful in their expression. I just sort-of semi started (w/o clear intention on finishing) Lewis' Reflections on the Psalms.
I love how he talks about the poetic Parallelism in this book, and how he says:
"It is (according to one's point of view) either a wonderful piece of luck or a wise provision of God's that poetry which was to be turned into all languages should have as its chief formal characteristic one that does not disappear (as metre does) in translation."
And then, best of all, a few lines down, he says ....
"We may, if we like, see in this an exclusively practical and didatic purpose; by giving to truths which are infinitely worth remembering this rhythmic and incantatory expression, He made them almost impossible to forget. I like to suspect more. It seems to me appropriate, almost inevitable, that when that great Imagination which in the beginning, for Its own delight and for the delight of men and angels and (in their proper mode) of beasts, had invented and formed the whole world of Nature, submitted to express Itself in human speech, that speech should sometimes be poetry. For poetry too is a little incarnation, giving body to what had been before invisible and inaudible."
May these poetic words of soothing bring peace to our world, despite the bombs, despite the wounds.
Thank you, Great Express-er.