Feeling greater freedom during our church’s gathering this past Sunday, I took some time during the discussion to write a poem. It’s unrefined, but honest. Maybe I’ll read it this next Sunday, right into the microphone.
Maybe not.
(Parental advisory lyrics)
Gravity
I mean good grief good god
The blisters the bites
I didn’t think
I didn’t think
Trying to flow uphill
In the great reversal
Fuck you, gravity
Fuck you
— 10/14/2007
Did this post stretch your perspective? Consider subscribing!
Your “poem” is definitely honest. I hope that makes you feel better about your choice to use unecessary expletives to get your whiny point across. I also hope your pastor reads it and benches you from leading in a worship capacity. Grow up.
Cesar, it’s not for everybody, for sure. But it is an honest expression, a prayer from my heart. I don’t think you get my “whiny point” and that’s OK. As I said, it’s unrefined — no editing — just the way it flowed out of my pen. I could probably avoid the expletives if I were a better poet, but they are not gratuitous. I want the punch, the “aaargh,” the defiance.
No, I won’t really read it into the mic.
*shrug* If I had wanted to keep it from my pastor, I wouldn’t have posted it.
“Hold on to your particular pain.
That too can take you to God.”
- Maulana Rumi
Cool quote, MadSufi. Thanks!
Profanity is offensive to me personally but I understand the feelings and I wonder if king David felt that way sometimes too.
Seeker, thank you for looking past my offensive words. There’s a lot to explore in your wondering thought.