Poem

by philo 5 Replies latest jw friends

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  philo

  Just when you have it
  You've learned the law
  And turn to your heart
  And the mind of Christ
  Something changes and so must you

  The progressive organisation
  The ambitious body administers
  Its latest nuance for assimilation
  For your praise
  For your agreement and assent

  Command upon command
  Command upon command

  Now the man is put on hold
  Maintain the machine
  Another Christ stands
  Demands your attention
  Through pages of convolutions

  Always new, good news
  To keep in step with
  Reports from better places
  More honest hearted natives
  With fresh smiling innocence

  Measuring line upon measuring line
  Measuring line upon measuring line

  Where else are you to go?
  Here is the pasture and the rain
  Here the fence and shut gate
  And the warm exhalations
  Of fermenting ruminants

  New grass, fresh green stems
  Growing while you eat
  New green truth to rip and chew
  Before it turns to straw
  Spoilt for green, green choice

  Look here! It says, and look there!
  So you look and you wonder a little
  But the grazing herd lows approval
  Trying to think a little
  But it's, Look here! Look there!
  
  Here a little, here a little
  There a little, there a little

  philo (no really)
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  JanH

  The Incarnate One

  The windless northern surge, the sea-gull's scream,
  And Calvin's kirk crowning the barren brae.
  I think of Giotto the Tuscan shepherd's dream,
  Christ, man and creature in their inner day.
  How could our race betray
  The Image, and the Incarnate One unmake
  Who chose this form and fashion for our sake?

  The Word made flesh here is made word again
  A word made word in flourish and arrogant crook.
  See there King Calvin with his iron pen,
  And God three angry letters in a book,
  And there the logical hook
  On which the Mystery is impaled and bent
  Into an ideological argument.

  There's better gospel in man's natural tongue,
  And truer sight was theirs outside the Law
  Who saw the far side of the Cross among
  The archaic peoples in their ancient awe,
  In ignorant wonder saw
  The wooden cross-tree on the bare hillside,
  Not knowing that there a God suffered and died.

  The fleshless word, growing, will bring us down,
  Pagan and Christian man alike will fall,
  The auguries say, the white and black and brown,
  The merry and the sad, theorist, lover, all
  Invisibly will fall:
  Abstract calamity, save for those who can
  Build their cold empire on the abstract man.

  A soft breeze stirs and all my thoughts are blown
  Far out to sea and lost. Yet I know well
  The bloodless word will battle for its own
  Invisibly in brain and nerve and cell.
  The generations tell
  Their personal tale: the One has far to go
  Past the mirages and the murdering snow.

  - Edwin Muir

  - Jan
  --
  Faith, n. Belief without evidence in what is told by one who speaks without knowledge, of things without parallel. [Ambrose Bierce, The Devil´s Dictionary, 1911]
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  philo

  Jan
  Is the man
  Speaks a fan

  Thought or quote
  Most every post
  He wrote

  But lark or crow
  On I go
  Philo
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  mommy

  This is a true blue poem I wrote years ago, almost days before I left the org. I kept it and look at it often, reminding me of where I once was.
  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
  shut the windows, shut the door
  close the shades, don't live no more
  Stop eating, stop your drinking

  Because you can't live without love

  Stop breathing, stop talking
  stop laughing stop crying
  stop feeling, stop your heart

  because you can't live without love

  you are dead inside
  no matter what you try
  it's not worth your tears
  you are gonna die

  They don't love
  then you can't love

  they give hate
  so you take hate

  Theres no longer love
  all thats left is hate

  So why try
  just die
  because you can't live without love.
  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

  Gee, I can't believe I am posting that. I have only shown maybe four people in my life that poem. But I just thought it appropriate now.
  wendy
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  philo

  Mommy

  Thanks for posting. Here's something from a bad time in my life.

  I abhor this inner man
  Who other can I blame
  Revealing who I really am
  Igniting in me evil flame

  When weak and drained,
  He comes for me
  With friendship feigned
  His scheme to see
  A vulgar thirst
  A hateful glee
  A thing accursed
  He'll have me be

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  Ain't it lovely how THEY can make you feel?

  philo

  "God this, God that, and God the other thing."
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  mommy

  Thanks Philo,
  I feel much better about posting mine nowYour poem is very well written, and I really enjoyed it. I know how they can make you feel, but only if you let them. I am so thankful for walking away when I did.
  wendy