Poetry matters because it holds big truths in small spaces. It reaches the heart of man faster than explanation and gives form to thoughts we barely know how to name.

In Ethiopia, poetry shapes how people speak, think, and remember. Sem ena werq, proverbs, and folk songs layer meaning like gold beneath wax, turning everyday moments into wisdom. People say the wildest things ever referring to random farm tools, donkeys, or everyday jobs, etc. It used to drive me nuts when my parents would communicate in this way because I was always a kid with their head lord knows where. I asked my father to train me in these arts a couple of years ago and he’d send me sentences every other day with no context and I’d have to find it’s true meaning. I wouldn’t say I’ve mastered the art anywhere near someone who is proficient, but with his help I’ve learned to change that childish frustration into something fun. It’s so cool just how flexibile it can make language. People can find ways to honor beauty, they can “guard” truths (much like our Lord, Kristos did with his parables), and say things gently without losing depth.

And in everyday life, poetry keeps us awake. It shows up in the small constants of our busy lives and the random disruptions. Sunrise that feels like a new chance (thank God and his mercy). A quiet walk in the evening that clears your mind (lots to see just by looking). A reckless bird that is trying to cross the street on foot (just fly dawg). A garden blooming with the most beautiful flowers you’ve ever seen, in what looks the worst place on earth. A beautiful woman who catches your eye and leaves you speechless (perhaps an angel). A laugh shared with friends that uplifts your entire day (just hooting and hollering). I could go on for days.

These moments come and go in many shapes and forms, but poetry slows em down long enough for us to see their meaning. Write some when you can. You don’t have to share it with anyone. It can be just for you. Read it when you can, for your own quiet understanding, reflection, or joy.

And if you want to and if there’s an ear willing to listen, share it with them as well. It’s a wonderful thing to share.