To make a long story short, I've been given the gift of some extra time this week. I've tried to make good use of that time, cleaning, reading, etc., but after the dust should have cleared but instead scattered from all that cleaning, and my eyes reminded me mid chapter that I could use a nap I didn't have time for, I felt the urge to share some writings. So below I've included some short poems I hope one of us gets something out of, even if something is the truth that I shouldn't write any more poetry. If it's you who get that, please let me know by message. If you don't know how to message me, just keep trying to eat those goats that cross the bridge you live under and move on. Anyway, here's my first attempt to do the opposite of wasting time through poetry. Please enjoy.
This Is Not a Poem
I am not a poet.
A poet would view this pasture
Take it in
And articulate more than
"Man, those cows look delicious."
This is not a poem.
Call it something else.
Baptist Church
It is not blasphemy to claim
"Christ plays in ten thousand places",
A truth I've internalized since birth.
But it surprised me all the same
I could still find His sweet traces
Inside the doors of this baptist church.
Treason
Walking to the library
Can be an act of treason
In a world thriving on waste.
I say things like this
To sound less boring.
Let me know what you think, because there's more where that came from. Have a good one, all.
