Friday, September 10, 2010

The Docker

my mind goes
"Grace is an ethereal world made from the poetic imagination of God"
my heart explains, "We have a better chance of desire
catching fire if the spark is one of love"
my soul is traversed, walked upon by a godly figure
a good-natured One enters the nave of me
(i am that fraction of the church) "navigate my soul O'Lord
steer it from the depths of the grave

my cardiovascular system (a universe) screams its blood curdling screams
and passage ways are made clear again (i cleave to Your blood again)
my nervous system photographs cumulus, nimbus, cirrus clouds
they are blasted against my mainframe
frozen in thought-central
"increase this O'Lord
burst colour so creative from all
nooks and crannies"

my feet are made happy, set to dancing by the music offered
a God the size of infinite thought is pleased with our song
my hands knead the strings in the same way
Tristan, our former cat, kneaded my chest
help me O'Lord
grant me your forever-rest

my body is Your ship
unfurl Your love upon my bony mast
man the stern i pray
lay hold of treasures untold at the base of mountains,
in surreal oceans, and dock me in Your bay

4 comments:

  1. ...a poem I wrote this morning and posted on Livejournal...

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  2. Thanks for posting this, man!!!!! Good stuff. I love that line "We have a better chance of desire catching fire if the spark is one of love"...I think I'd like to make a t-shirt with that on it. I'm glad that you're starting to post your poetry on here...it's always a pleasure to read.

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  3. i would buy that shirt, and pay for it with one of my teeth! more on this poem later - for now i sleep.

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  4. drew ~ love all the bodily metaphors and choice, descriptive terminology. some fantastic lines as well. the one that josh pointed out is rad. here are some additionally narly lines:
    ...navigate my soul O'Lord steer it from the depths of the grave...
    ...my cardiovascular system (a universe)...
    ...a God the size of infinite thought is pleased with our song...
    "keep it comin" says this honey-bee to that brother bear.

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