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Let’s break this scene up into beats:
A man
A man of God
A man of God busy writing
A man of God busy writing a sermon
A man of God busy writing a sermon that he knows he won’t give.
He stares at his notes on his laptop screen,
Sips his coffee at intervals
But can find no passion to imbue in his words.
He opens a concordance to find perspective
Some words of a theologian from which he might glean
A spark of inspiration –
Divine or otherwise –
So he might avoid simply venting his spleen.
It wasn’t their fault –
He knew that much to be true –
But they expected hallelujahs –
They expected “Holy! Holy!”s
None expected a lowly fill-in speaker
To berate the King of Kings.
Rage was all he had, though.
And why should he not?
The words of his mother from childhood recalled
Ran through his mind in answer:
“You never shall know the extent of your love
Until you watch it die.”
Is that the reason – then – that He did not step in?
A God of love; was he testing the extent to which that was true?
Did watching her die confirm anything for Him?
What about her dad?
What about their kid?
What was proven – what was gained
By tearing asunder that for which two become one
Except for a family left broken and maimed.
It was useless.
A man
A man of God
A man of God busy writing
A man of God busy writing a sermon
A man of God busy writing a sermon that he knows he won’t give.
He stares at his notes on his laptop screen,
Sips his coffee at intervals
But can find no passion to imbue in his words.
He opens a concordance to find perspective
Some words of a theologian from which he might glean
A spark of inspiration –
Divine or otherwise –
So he might avoid simply venting his spleen.
It wasn’t their fault –
He knew that much to be true –
But they expected hallelujahs –
They expected “Holy! Holy!”s
None expected a lowly fill-in speaker
To berate the King of Kings.
Rage was all he had, though.
And why should he not?
The words of his mother from childhood recalled
Ran through his mind in answer:
“You never shall know the extent of your love
Until you watch it die.”
Is that the reason – then – that He did not step in?
A God of love; was he testing the extent to which that was true?
Did watching her die confirm anything for Him?
What about her dad?
What about their kid?
What was proven – what was gained
By tearing asunder that for which two become one
Except for a family left broken and maimed.
It was useless.
Literature
The Girl Who Was Afraid To Be
She speaks to me fondly
of passions and talents,
of guitars and stars,
with such breathless intensity
then stops short and
apologises
for speaking at all.
All because somewhere in her life,
someone she loved broke her heart
by ignoring
her beautiful words
and telling her to
shut up,
keep it down,
nobody cares.
People aren’t born sad.
We make them that way.
Literature
Writer
I am a scientist;
Pinning down ideas
like butterflies
preserving them in
their fragile beauty
as I take away their freedom,
their life.
I am a parasite;
sucking the soul out
of music and leaving it
a hollow shell
that plays like
the noisy silence in
my ears.
I am a thief;
taking what is not mine,
the world around me,
and pouring it into
a mould that
I claim is
my own.
I am a blasphemer;
playing God in a
sacred place, changing
the world to my
liking when the orchestra
is not under my
conduction.
I am a liar;
selling false havens
to lonely runaways,
giving them a glimpse
of a world more glamorous,
more fantas
Literature
I Am
I am single,
but I am loved.
I am not a genius,
but I am intelligent.
I am not breathtaking,
but I have beauty.
I am not a saint,
but I am kind.
To the world,
I am not perfect.
But for someone,
I am.
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Wow, I lost my dad back in March of cancer. I must admit, this really gets to me. He was ordained a minister just two years ago. How many sermon's won't he speak?