Let me be honest.
I love poetry.
God has granted humanity the ability to use language in such a way to shape our mind and hearts. As you look in Scripture you will notice that poetry shows up often. One preacher noticed that the first words from Adam recorded in Scripture contained a poetic form (Genesis 2:23). This leads me to believe that the use of language and image are important to humanity, or at least they should be. The combination of language and image are at the heart of poetry. It pulls at our minds as we dive into the richness of metaphor and simile. Though we must admit that sometimes we don’t understand the image being expressed. For most people this is what is frustrating about this type of genre. But the fact is, that’s ok. That’s the beauty of language. In poetry the author can say one thing but mean two different things. The author can mix metaphor. Poetry aims to impact the soul, the mind, and the heart. Language stirs emotion and passion. Why? Because this is part of our human expereince. We desire this type of response. I am reminded of this scene from The Dead Poets Society (http://youtu.be/aS1esgRV4Rc).
In light of this I’ve attempted to write poetry for a few years. I say attempted because I’m learning the art of language. Here is a poem I’ve written for Easter. The theme of the poem is taken from a Jonathan Edwards quote. So I hope you enjoy:
Be Full of Images of Divine Things
I believe that the whole universe, heaven and earth, air and seas…be full of images of divine things… – Jonathan Edwards
The changing of a season from life
to life again
narrates the divine drama.
As the leaf withers and dies
is hissing the Edenic curse through its forked tongue
as it prepares its grave.
The cold hard ground
suffocates the multicellular organisms
that gives life
showing the reprobation of the Elect One.
Subjected to wrath and corruption
the One the universe perceives
tells of amazing pity, grace unknown
and love beyond degree.
A rotting corpse begins to wreak
as it announces Eden’s havoc
on earth, and body, and soul, and mind.
Frozen ponds are like catacombs
that suck the marrow from the bones
and vomits its death
on the bank to let the ravens feed.
It lies, waits, for its resurrection
it waits, and longs for life
it longs, and yearns for freedom
it yearns, and longs for redemption.
Springing forth to new life
as the heart of creation is resuscitated
and breathes deeply the Spirit of Life
as the shackles of death could no longer hold.
The ground contracts with the pangs of birth
as it pushes with all its might
to resurrect the tulip from the ground
as it experiences newborn life.
The dungeon is filled with light
in the prison of winter past
as the valley of bones
begin to sing and laugh and dance.
Death, oh death, oh Grave
we sing the triumphant song
of victory and live the life of
the redeemed as we hail the Risen King.
Creation sings the song
of Life, in earth, in sky, in sea
and proclaims the Story of Wonder
and preaches Divine Things