I should read poetry every day
it should inspire me to write
about little things I notice
or else unnoticed they would remain
and upon assigning words
they would become big and seen
like the little bird sitting on the railing
along a sidewalk, a railing of pipes
too big for his tiny feet to grasp
and mostly his body rested there
and as I approached, he did not fly
His black back so black it was steel blue
like a handgun or Superman’s hair
when he was in comic books
he flitted his wings as if jittering at my presence
but never set himself to flight
only the next day, there he sat again
and I wondered if perhaps he was hurt
and unable to escape, in case I was his predator
and if so, at whose mercy was he?
what if i wanted to write something
a poem that rhymes or doesn’t
about someone or no one
with or without God
what if i wanted to talk about love
what it is or isn’t
who I’ve loved or haven’t
what if it were a poem that nobody
ever read anyway
then I could say
whatever I thought
what if I’d rather be quiet
and hear the symphony
of noises that make up silence
including my breathing
I’ve decided to blog. Now to a subject. I guess most blogs would be about the blogger. And the blogger would need to be living in a story. Most of my life has been a non-story I think.
But since mid-2009, the story has changed. Or should I say, it has begun. Like a movie, I guess a blog should pick up wherever the character’s story finds him. For me, that would be in the arms of grace.
The thing about the arms of grace is that grace affects every event of life somehow. Any day, every day, can be grace-filled, at least grace-influenced. All of which means that I could write about ordinary days. But not every day, because I won’t blog everyday.
Recently the idea of one way love has been on my mind and I’m sure it has a lot to do with the fact that I just finished reading a book by that title by Tullian Tchividjian.
I’ve always believed, but more so in recent years, that there is nothing I can do to make God love me more, and there’s nothing I can do to make Him stop loving me. But what about God’s side of it? He expects nothing. That’s hard to understand.
We humans are made to merit what we get, even love. You can’t get something for nothing. But God does exactly that. He gets us to give ourselves, who are nothing, to Him, and He wants to make a something out of us. And He can. This is what He is up to in the ordinary days.