Tag: christianity

the curtain

Poetry & Prose February 7, 2020

illusion, please comfort me,
satisfy everything,
i can live peacefully
if you curtain the window
that i had flung carelessly
on the day i was sure
that i had seen everything
plainly in front of me
heaven and hell were divided
unevenly
but there i saw certainty
standing across the street
crossing was heresy
‘if only’, i told myself,
‘i hadn’t seen anything.
the curtain i’d drawn
were a wall to stay stuck between’
sure, i’d lose purpose
and with it gain apathy
but apposed to uncertainty
purposeless living is
sort of like being free
where heaven and hell
are divided by you and me

CHRIST / brother

Poetry & Prose December 26, 2019

CHRIST / Christmas Songs

b r o t h e r


in your new shoes
you
practice singing songs
at the piano bench
she was with you
too
in her new shoes
and she sang along


Father, my dear
hear
blessings in a song
as they call your name
beckoning you near
here
keep them in your arms


and as i write a poem
i hear you sing
i hear you laugh
so i write it down
in my new shoes
in my own time
and if you hear me now


sing her a song
give Him your prayer
rest in His arms

blessings ………. no. 1
rest in my arms ………. no, 2
brother ………. no. 3

writing ‘blood of love’

blogging, poetry November 13, 2019

often i’ll write about my relationship with God in a way that might be uncomfortable for some. notably, all of my writing about God is in the form of a conversation. i think God values absolute honesty in communication, even if it is at times heretical. i feel when i am able to speak with God like this i am able to strengthen my relationship with him in a way that is honoring to Him. because i do love Him.

this is written as a set of four mirroring a backwards walk through the stages of grief. traditionally there are five stages to grief, the last stage being acceptance. this poem omits acceptance as i feel acceptance is unwritable. acceptance, to me, is a continuous process and since it involves so much change and continuous contemplation, the feeling itself can’t be isolated into a poem.

i wrote beginning with the last stages of grief so as to show the exchange of losing confidence in myself and losing my confidence in God. so here are the four poems and an extrapolation of my times wrestling with grief.

Flōra / Hark!, –
depression

i wrestle with identity and the burdensome weight of being called God’s child amidst my own short comings


-, Bona Dea / Rejoice! Rejoice!
bargaining

although it feels like a fruitless exercise, i call out to God in a way that feels in-line with the Christianity i grew up with


Ichor to Ferry Love, –
anger

the distance in communication with Christ offers little comfort amidst grief and the frequent reminder of ‘a plan’ feels dilapidated and tasteless


-, Tjú
denial

i know who i am and i know who God is but i feel we are asymptotes due to my own stubborn nature

read blood of love here