#11: Two-part Trilogy

Some poems are simple, and have no deep meaning to it. Good for a laugh though. I thought of this poem while driving and then tried to remember it when I got to my destination and wrote it down. I only could remember two thirds of it though. Oh well. 

Two Part Trilogy

Here is my two part trilogy

A clean complete soliloquy

So ready to be so full and free

One is done and two is through

But three, oh three, it can never be

Not in this two part trilogy

The End

#10: Wretched Sin / Sanctification

Wretched Sin                                     Sanctification

Of the many things on earth                           He is constantly with me

   Of which my life is comprised                      This God that I have denied

        It is the sin within my soul                         He has not left me for a moment

 That I most despise                                         He remains at my side

                         It has shaken the foundations,                     For He cannot be shaken

      The essence of my being                                because He is Creator and King

     And twisted my heart                                     He is restoring things to order

                        Into an unrecognizable thing                             He still sees me as me

          It pinned me to the ground                             He is rescuing me from my folly

                       And shoved my face in the dirt                           and dusting off the dirt

            It has stolen from me blessings                      He remains faithful to his promise

      And has magnified my hurt                        His forgiveness He continues to assert

              The thoughts that were once captivated                He addresses my entirety

          By God’s glorious name               and understands the fullness of my pain

Has given in to the lesser,                               He remains ever-present

 Its given in to my shame                                as He conquers my shame

Gauguin 'Self Potrait'

These two poems are meant to be read at the same time. Each line from Wretched Sin coincides directly to the corresponding line in Sanctification, both poems having an ABCB rhyme scheme. If you have two eyes, have your left eye read Wretched Sin while your right eye reads Sanctification. If you can successfully do that, you have the gift of cross-eyedness (more of a handicap if anything, except when reading these two poems). 

What I like about these two poems, is that they both represent what is true of me. On one hand, I am a sinner, but on the other hand I am sanctified by God's grace because of Christ's death on the cross. My sin is no longer the defining characteristic of my person-hood. My debt is paid and my shame is gone. My confidence can now be found no longer by what is within me, but by what has been given to me.

#9: Rose in the Rubble

Not to be confused with Tupac Shakur''s, "The Rose That Grew From Concrete" which I encourage everyone to read, this poem below uses the same subject matter (a rose growing in an unlikely place) to teach a different lesson. The lesson that mankind's work, in the end, is finite and leads to ruin, but God's work is infinite and leads to life, even in the most unlikely of places. 

Fun fact about this poem - I wrote it on Pi Day, 3/14 and it only took three minutes to write. Possibly in 3.14 minutes but I wasn't timing myself. 

Everything we've built,

all that we've been doing,

it turned in to rubble,

it turned in to ruin.

Out of our own effort,

none of it could last,

all of our great works,

are relics of the past.

But look a little closer,

you'll see something surprising,

the future is approaching,

a stem begins arising.

Amidst the scorching sun,

amidst the pouring rain,

in spite of what we've done

there will be life again.

Lastly, Happy Birthday to my 2 year old niece Katie. You are so cute and sweet. I love you very much. See you soon.

#8 Tapestry

Tapestry

Tree

Nothing out there could make me more content

Then my sugar berry tree’s sweet summer scent

In the season its leaves, so lush and green

Butterflies flutter as hummingbirds sing

With shade from the leaves and branches to climb

These days off school are a glorious time

That front yard of my childhood, a kind memory

Made even sweeter by that sugar berry tree

Swing

I would play in that tree for days on end

So many games to play, worlds to pretend
I was king of the jungle, lord of the land

All of nature’s beasts obeyed my command

To add to such a marvelous thing

My papa attached to it a spectacular swing

Back and forth, to and fro

Flying around with nowhere to go

Love

First loves often become memories of the past

But my first love was also my last

A beautiful gorgeous blue eyed girl

Her presence made my insides swirl

I invited her to my yard to play

We sat in that swing, what a glorious day

I held her close all through the night

Love blossoming between black and white

Stares

Sitting on the swing, I stared deep in to her eyes
Pondering how such feelings could arise

It couldn't get better, just us on that swing

On top of the world, I felt like a king

As time moved on, passerby’s would stare
they’d mutter they’re judgments while casting a glare

Apparently they didn't like what they saw

I was a young black man, but I broke no law

  

Night

They burst through the door just past midnight

I was asleep in my bed, unaware of my plight

My love in tears she pointed and accused

I stared in disbelief, completely confused

A man with a gun yelled, “Is this him right here?”

He grabbed for my arm, I was frozen in fear

“Your filthy hands touched my daughter!”

He led me outside like a lamb to the slaughter

Yard

My front yard was now the place of my trial

Guilty the verdict by the rank and file

I guess I committed an unspeakable crime

But for my sentence, I would not do time

I looked at my love, but she wouldn't look back

I could not understand what brought this attack

I looked at my tree, for some sort of hope

But all I could see was my tree swings rope

Rope

Oh sweet sugar berry tree

All of their eyes stared murderously

I still don’t understand what I did wrong

Why society deemed that I can’t belong

They strung me up with the rope from my swing

And turned me in to a ghostly being

Who knew that love could bring such spite?

This is no place for black and white

This poem is inspired by (but not based on) the story of Lennon Lacy, a 17 year old who was found hanging from a swing in North Carolina. The police concluded it was suicide, however, further evidence is pointing to this being a lynching. In 2014. A lynching. In the United States. Terrible.

#7: Adoration to the Lamb

My absolute favorite piece of art is the Ghent Altarpiece by Hubert and Jan van Eyck. Created during the Northern Renaissance and being the defining piece of "new realism," it is an epic depiction of God's plan according to the Bible. It is considered a treasure of the world and is also famous for the many times it has been stolen (Napoleon, Nazis, Calvinists, Iconoclasts and more) and then returned.

It is stunning in terms of how much detail was taken to craft this masterpiece. The vast cast of Biblical characters depicted is amazing. You could spend months studying the different characters and details and still not fully grasp the majesty of this piece.

The use of light and shadows, the diverse cityscapes and land formations in the background, and even the specific people are meticulously crafted. Take for example Saint Stephen (the first martyr, stoned in Acts 7:57-60) approaching the altar with the very stones that were used to kill him. When I first learned of Stephens depiction in this painting, I was blown away. And Saint Stephen is in no way a focal point of this piece.

A few years ago, I was preaching to a group of graduating seniors at Davis and used this painting as the focal point of my message. The painting helped to provide the students perspective as they finished their time in college and transitioned to their next phase of life. As the painting continued to resonate with me, I then wrote the below poem.

At the very bottom of this post is a link to a website that contains the Ghent Altarpiece in 100 billion pixels. Check it out

In adoration to the Lamb

Where sin hath lost and grace began

There is no other who is victorious

There is no image that can be more glorious

The goldsmith, blacksmith, politician, and queen

All kneel to the lamb, the lamb that redeems

He doesn't lie on the altar, although he was once dead

He doesn't lie on the altar though his sinless blood was shed

No, the Lamb stands on the altar, alive and well

He stands there majestically, for He has defeated hell

Come to the altar and adore the true king

Come to the altar for He is beckoning

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