I am the poet, madder red
The odd accumulation of odds and ends.
Bright and tarnished, waylaid silver
My worth is determined by the words I'm giving.
But I am not only a poet of odds and ends
Waylaid silver and curves and bends
To be only that would be to sneer
And the Maker-Man who made it clear
I am in His image.
And God is not a Poet only.
Granted, and to be sure, a Poet He is
More than that, all poetry comes from Him
But to say He is only a Poet is a lie
To say thats all I am, is not right.
I am the odd amalglation of poetry,
Stories, snippets and songs.
Curls and whirls of philosophy and theology
A Bible college student who learns Hermenuetics
But needs the basics not only of Math and English
But Philosophy, the soul's flex and breathing.
To say that I am only one thing at a time is foolish
Anybody can be two things at once.
I at once enjoy rap and Gaelic laments,
And never once have I turned away a good country song.
More than anything I like Tamora Pierce,
Except perhaps my love for the Psalms.
To say that I am at once, either holy or unholy
Sacred or secular,
Natural or Supernatural
Reeks of Gnosticism, and bondage.
I am at once an accumulation of ideas and mythos
All things evaluated in the palm of God's hand.
Safely perched on the crook of His thumb
I raise all questions to Him,
Burning coins in the flash-chatter of my mind.
All that I seek to learn and do is in Him.
The whole world is my dominion,
To be shaped and explored with ragged fingertips,
Tatted and matted from reading the universes brail.
To say that I as a Christian cannot be an explorer
Is to be of shallow faith, body and mind.
But until recently this is how I behaved.
I was created in God's image
Bound to be an explorer and reasoner of all the worlds mysteries.
Not all questions will be answered,
But humanity and history,
Philosphy and theology
Math, science, logic-all under the banner of Reason
All are deployed in my arsenal.
I am not, as one would say, a Christian Scientist.
I am instead, living in God's image.
I am human, and fallen, savage and broken
And nothing redeeming is in me.
But God's redepmtion brought about by resurrection
Is what redeems these things, in me.
If you can't tell, this has been a profound week.
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