Friday, April 18, 2014

Rend Your Heart






















Humanity is weeping
with the mystery of Now.
Misery multiplies like questions-
questions demanding
the invention of answers,
the fakery of assurance,
desperate for any security.
Knowledge of Good
and Evil got everyone
nowhere and it seems we can never stop.
We broke the everlasting
circle of our lives and made it into a rigid line. Are
we the inventors of time? An unchained
necklace, and death
the clasp? Who
cannot help but eat the fruit
of an understanding tree
when discovery mothers
curiosity? We imagine it desired
until we learn it becomes
an insatiable need. How might we
be free from our own twisted webs
knotted tightly across our worlds,
without severing the cord
which feeds our hope
into waiting wombs of trust? Oh, God
we must find the key to our selves
and nothing else urgent as this-
this calling to seek and ask
and stand at the door
with our fistfuls of Why
and a battering ram
of How Long, How Long, O Lord?

5 comments:

  1. Jamie, I have been here several times reading this incredibly strong poem. The line
    We broke the everlasting
    circle of our lives and made it into a rigid line. Are
    we the inventors of time? An unchained
    necklace, and death
    the clasp?
    This is wonderful imagry and so true at such a deep level that I don't know how to talk about it. Definitely our sense of time is all wrong, that much I know. I will come here again, I'm sure. But this is very good poetry.
    Newell

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  2. Whoa. I have read this three times and am still learning.

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  3. Thank you, Newell. I have a lot of thoughts about "time" and what Jesus meant by "everlasting life" and the promise to "restore" what the locusts have eaten. Restore is such a strong word. Does it actually mean "make up for?" or is there some way that it will actually BE restored. The only thing I can think is that we just do not have a grasp of the meaning of eternity, but it is beautiful in a way beyond comprehension at present, yet there are hints and glimmers in the pages of scripture and the witness of the ground beneath our feet. Perhaps the world is round for a deep, symbolic reason. Thanks for not calling me crazy. :)

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  4. Thank you for sticking with me. I've got more nerves over this than even the previous post. :)

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  5. Jamie, you have such a way with words. You are definitely a poet. Your words are deep, full and from the heart. I love you! Keep writing <3

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