Saturday, August 11, 2012

Praise the Lord

It's interesting going back through old poems and wondering "oh where, where did the inspiration for this come from?" That's how I feel about a lot of poems, poems that I'm attributing to past me. Past me went through a lot of different emotions and writing styles. Here's a rare poem.

Praise the Lord

musicians stand and sit
tuning together for a musical piece

prayer for the weekend
if it moves me it moves you
to this destiny we don't know of
where the clouds glisten
in joy of heavens

together one by one
from the hearts they play
enunciating their hearts desires
along the melodies of their instruments

in a cramped corner of the living space
they gathered in praise of Christ
holding in them inner melodies
of love for one another as children of God

I admire you sitting there with
your instruments in hand, cradling
in your heart an openness to Christ
you can believe what I tried to believe


  1. I love the way you used the musicians in this poem. Our poems are our autobiographies, aren't they?

    1. Thank you. Yea... poems speak louder than us sometimes.

  2. Oh, I like this Sopphey -- especially the ending which I was not expecting. I know what you mean about your "past me", having sometimes felt it must have been someone else living my past life -- or maybe just a movie I saw once. :-]

    1. Thank you for reading :) It'd be weird if our lives were movies, I think I'd hide away until the ending credits!