I love this poem, every word of it, every truth of it. But most of all, its sentiment. I think it could be subtitled - 'To a Poet' or 'To a Seeker', 'To a Feeler'. It seems to say that the sensitive souls in this world, the believers and seekers of beauty, matter more than they might know.
Towards A New Renaissance - Rachel Boast
Dear Friend with a crescent moon above your door,
I have heard that you are overcome by poetry,
that you are afloat somewhere inside the world’s great
sorrow, with the language of love as your compass.
You have been gone a long time, a white sail
full of clear sky, and no land in sight.
One such as you will become an ocean unto itself
because you learn and live your craft well.
Don’t forget to report back to us - I have a feeling
the universal winds are sensitive to words.