Tonight's Offering
Ok... I stayed awake an extra fifteen minutes tonight since I promised myself I would start writing this stuff down instead of letting it ramble about in my head (see #3 here). Without further ado, here is the poem that was in my head when I laid down to sleep this evening.
The Opposite of Attraction
They call me Judas ...
And Satan's servant.
What shall I say to that?
In a time of pain ...
A time of confusion.
Is it supposed to help?
I want to write it off ...
Perhaps to zeolatry.
But what about whats written in 1 Timothy?
What if all this pain we see ...
The chaos and insanity
Is in fact Reality?
The answer to these questions?
I shall stick to what I know ...
And by that I mean I don't.
The Opposite of Attraction
They call me Judas ...
And Satan's servant.
What shall I say to that?
In a time of pain ...
A time of confusion.
Is it supposed to help?
I want to write it off ...
Perhaps to zeolatry.
But what about whats written in 1 Timothy?
What if all this pain we see ...
The chaos and insanity
Is in fact Reality?
The answer to these questions?
I shall stick to what I know ...
And by that I mean I don't.
posted by Miroslav at 10:47 PM
7 Comments:
Do poets explain poems, or is that against poetic rules?
I just don't understand the title...
Rules?! We don't need no stinking Rules! ...
Lets see, I intended the opposite of attraction to mean, in this case, repulsion. These encounters / thoughts / verses ... repulse me from pursuing my lost faith. Something along those lines.
Its interesting, because at first, I want to just write off the harsh words that I sometimes receive as somebody being overzealous. But then I find hints of a similar message in the Bible (the 1st Timothy verse referenced for instance). Just wrapping up my reading of The Pilgrim's Progress and in there, the way Pilgrim interacts with the character Ignorant made me want to puke.
Anyhow. You asked. :)
I kinda thought that's what you meant, but didn't want to be Ignorant.
:)
Hey dude, look what you got me into. Wassup wit dat? She got mad and called me names. Then she stormed out, never to return. Ouch. And after I gave her the best minutes of my life! But if you know A, perhaps you'll calm her down.
So yer gowun tuh chrch, huh? What happened? Couldn't stand the cold? But maybe your just playing at it. This universe ain't big enough, fer God an me. One of us has got to go.
:-)
Pax
Jax
Hey there! The ever-gentle-J is back in the house...
Welcome!
I hope you get that worked out with E (not A).
... yeah, I make the ol' church run about every two weeks. Not playing at it. I suppose it is a result of my continued hope to find my faith again. I miss it. And yes, its awefully cold where I'm standing. ... Its a painful visit each time I'm back at church. Can you relate at all? Perhaps not...
Wrote something about it a while back.
Thanks again for stopping by!
Malcolm speaking to Clementina in George MacDonald's book "The Marquis Secret":
"My lady" he repeated, a little embarrassed, "I fear you will never arrive at an understanding of God so long as you cannot bring yourself to see the good that often comes as a result of pain. For there is nothing, from the lowest, weakest tone of suffering to the loftiest acme of pain, to which God does not respond. There is nothing in all the universe which does not in some way vibrate within His creatures and through it is in the process of bringing His Sons and daughters through the cleansing and glorifying fires, without which the created cannot be made the very children of God, partakers of the divine nature and peace."
Miro,
you speak 'pain' well.
Arrow's grandma
Arrow's G,
Thank you for your compliment on my pain-speak. :)
Interesting quote there. I suppose if we consider *silence* a response, I could agree with it.
But the quote also reminds me of something that I want to explore in more depth: the Forward of Night ... (the last thing I quoted in the entry). There, the author writes, "... the connection between the cross and human suffering remains, in my view, the key to the unfathomable mystery in which the faith of his childhood was lost" ...
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