Not sure whether this should be here or on the "poems what I wrote" blog. Sometime between sometime yesterday and now, a thought popped into my head, "A sermon is a poem the couldn't be bothered!"
For many years I have had this agonising feeling of a need to express myself. I have rambled on about this before. I can't seem to find one way. That's fine, no one says we should only express ourselves in one way. But I have long neglected poetry, mostly because I can't be bothered! Not only can't I be bothered, but poetry isn't something I tend to read. But then I don't tend to read much at all! There is so much poetry in the world, will one more make a difference. Now I am reminded of the little boy and the starfish*!
It isn't for our pleasure it is for the audience of one. God seems to like poetry, Psalms, Proverbs and Song of Songs are poetry. It is hard sometimes when wrestling with ideas and thoughts to then wrestle with them to give them shape and tempo and possibly rhyme.
I will give it more thought. I have noticed that I tend to say controversial things at times, but then I am thrown by people's reactions. I have noticed that when we say controversial things in amusing and non amusing poetry they seem to be accepted a bit better. Although, even those who write and share their poetry are not without critics! There is no sanctuary other not not bothering at all! And that is no sanctuary at all.
*By the way the story of the boy with the starfish goes like this.
There was a man walking along a beach. The beach was covered in thousands of starfish that had been washed up on the shore. On the beach was a young boy throwing them back into the water one by one. The man said to the boy, "Why are you wasting your time? There are thousands of starfish here, you can't possibly make a difference." The boy bent down and picked up another starfish. He tossed it into the water. "There" he said, "That's made a difference to that one!"
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People
make hard wearing
heavy duty things
for rough work and delicate
things for delicate enjoyment. Perhaps
God has made you for His own
intimate
delight.
You did write a poem!
I know what you mean about bothering. It's easier just to prose it out. But sometimes we just can't help ourselves and a poem comes out anyway. And sometimes, we completely give in and bother.
Me again. I don't always know where best to put my comments - under the post they apply to, or under the newest.
Anyway, here's a cool site that tells about 5's and 6's together. It is certainly true for me and my husband, and I can see it true for you and me as well, but on a different level. (You may have to cut and paste the link)
http://www.enneagraminstitute.com/5and6.asp
Hi Alice,
It really doesn't matter. It won't make sense to anyone else trying to follow the conversation, but, it is our conversation so who cares?!!
I have had a day of needing to stare at the wall dribbling. I haven't had a day off for weeks and it has caught up with me. I still haven't managed a day off!
That is good, they are usually spot on, it described exactly how CJ and I get on. and other friends.
I probably have more to say on this, but my head feels like fudge, (to which sam's answer was "Ok let's eat your head!")
Richard
Sorry about the fudge. Hope you get a nice brain break soon.
Hey. Would you rather email sometimes than post on line? I'm okay with either if you are. If not, that's cool, too.
My blog email is momispuddleglum@hotmail.com
(Mom is Puddleglum)
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