Friendship withered under
This wretched gaze, icy
Wind burning the skin,
Blowing from the depths
Of judgmental hearts, driving
Pain throughout all the world.
Unsatisfied with any satisfaction
Outside their purview.
Author: Carl Setzer
A blogger blogging from just north of Seattle.
More Christian, Indeed
Recently, one of my friends was given the following request: stay away from our church until he could be/act “more Christian”. Gads, such statements frustrate me. Really, what is that supposed to mean? I expect this is about being more cheerful, dopey happy, carefree nonsense. Bleh! People of faith wrestle with pain, sadness, depression, anger and anguish. God meets us where we are, not in this fantasy la-la land.
Yeah, we’re supposed to be battering the world with our hammers of righteousness, rubbing those wretched sinners noses in how revolting we sanctimonious babblers find them. Bah, I say; refusing that path as empty and vacuous, ultimately destructive. I stand with the broken, the sinner, the struggling, as best as I’m able, for that’s me, too.
A cold and bony gaze
Pierces my confidence,
My peace. Shattering this
Belief that I “have time”, that
I might ignore the dictates
Of time. Slowly I gain the
Strength to return that stare.
Eventually the fear shall fade
And I’ll gaze into this despair
Inspired terror feeling
Tranquility, knowing we all
Share that journey.
Silence roars desperately
Demanding unearned loving.
Insecurity.
Grinding
Crushed deep within me
Aggressively derail dreams
Madness of my soul
Futures
Eventually
Our dreams drift past the sunset
Colors in the sky.
Possibilities
Possibilities
The dangerous edge of life
Changes will come forth.
Late Night Inspiration
I do love to write
In the middle of the night
Words of poetry and rhyme.
When those words run dry
So nervous I almost cry
Fearing this is for all time.
Darkness
Upon the mind’s edge
The abyss makes some afraid.
Possibilities
Future think
It’s quite easy, in this age, to pooh-pooh the wisdom of time’s past. To laugh at the myths, history’s weak attempts at knowledge. Yet, we must be humble. We must wonder what elements of our “now” that the future will consider childishly superstitious. For there will be something, if not many things, perhaps nearly everything, will certainly seem foolish and naive.
My hope is that the future will see us as sincere, just naive, lacking understanding that they will take for granted. That our knowledge will grow exponentially, that we will put aside petty power and grasp the hope science offers. That humans will dance amongst the stars. As I stare up to the stars, I’m inspired. The potential is immense. May we expand beyond narrow self interest, embrace our potential, and soar