Photo of George Rapanos George Rapanos: A Quest for Religious Transformation
God, who did my soul create,
In thy presence thou refuge take.
With this glorious love I swear,
Youth's beauty is only but fair.

- George Rapanos

"Poetry is the Blossom and the fragrance of all human knowledge, human thoughts, human passions, emotions, and language."
- Samuel Taylor Coleridge

In loving memory of my mother for I remember sitting by her knees, looking up at her in awe, listening to her read poetry when I was a little boy.

A touch of the Spirit can inspire poetry such as mine, and only personal experience can unfold its meaning. Poetry that is realized raises the individual to a summit of awareness; the conscious realization of one's divine origin.

The Hidden Treasure
He is Not Dead
The Summit
Immortality -Eternal Love
Fleeting Moments in Time
Spirituality Haiku
The Angel and the Peacock
Scholars and Philosophers
A Heart Full of Love
A Gift from God
The Forest Goddess
Smile of Ultimate Joy
Transcending Duality

The Language of Poetry

From the totemic principle of the savage to the absolute spirit of the philosopher, there is right through a confident belief that man is a fragment of the larger scheme of things which contains the secret of his life and his surroundings and exerts a mysterious power over his destiny. In the depths of the human soul passion for righteousness. This striving for truth and justice is an essential part of our life. The conflicts we come across in the social world are the external symptoms of inward strife.

The deepest things of life are known only through intuitive apprehension. Intuition the ultimate vision of our profoundest being. It is expressed and transmitted not by means of precise scientific statements, but by myth and image, literature, poetry and art.

In moving from intellect to intuition, we are not moving in the direction of unreason, but are getting into the deepest rationality of which human nature is capable. Deeper insight, which proves to be wisdom. In it, we think more profoundly, feel more deeply, and see more truly. We see, feel and become in obedience to our whole nature, and not simply measure things by the fragmentary standards of the intellect.

The artist does not turn his back on the realities of the world. He knows its sorrows and sufferings as well as its virtues and victories. All art is the expression of experience in some medium. Sculpture has for its medium stone and marble, painting colors, music sounds and poetry its works. By means of the work of art the experience is released afresh, in the spectator or the auditor. The recipient becomes a secret sharer of the creator's mind. The artist, the poet increases our understanding of life and gives us a heightened sense of reality.

The meaning of the artist must become meaning to me, the image he suggests must be found in my mind, and his ideas must be thought by me. I cannot see in a work of art another's thought unless it becomes my own thought. We cannot understand great poetry unless we bring to it some fragment of a like experience. We cannot have a knowledge of God or of the invisible world unless its voice is heard in our own selves.

The rhythms of the poet find correspondence in the conditions of our soul; His words an authentic echo in our speech. The gleam haunting our whole life, the undiscovered spirit in us is suddenly recollected. Any voice which speaks from the depths of the heart liberates at the same time thousands of silent voices.

Poetry is the language of the soul. For in recollecting the exciting experience, the poet recreates the conditions of its happening and identifies himself with it. The spell of the experience is still on the poet and under its influence he employs intuitive words and images which posses emotional value more than logical meaning. While poetry is not the vision itself, but only the image of it, still its quality depends on the degree with which it calls up the vision. Poetic truth is a discovery, not a creation.

The poet attempts a translation of the ineffable experience into words. While poetry is in the soul, the poem is a pale reflection of the original, an attempt to register in words and impression which has become an image in memory. Only poems that come from the soul make the heart beat and the eye brighten. True poetry which is rich with a world of suffering and experience, has the fullness and mystery, and depth and authority of life itself. It is because the poet sees so intensely that he is able to communicate to us his feelings and judgment.

God's love is impersonal. We make God's love personal by our acceptance of His unlimited love. The realization of a higher power. A power awaiting to be discovered.

George Rapanos
September 1, 2004