I'm going to post some of my poems so that I can always find them anywhere I have Internet access. Some are darker-sounding than others, but I hope you can enjoy them... Samuel Johnson said, "The only end of writing is to enable the readers better to enjoy life, or better to endure it." A poem is meant to be a bright or thoughful spot on the canvas of life.
So here is one attempt of mine:
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And I wont use my umbrella
To shelter myself from the rain;
I'll turn it upside-down
To capture as much as I can
While I dance in the downpour
To rhythms all my own,
Vulnerable to Lady Weather's whims,
Feeling completely at home.
Come join me in celebration!
Rejoice with me, my friend;
Seize the chance to splash and spin
Before the shower ends.
See how the water gathers
As we join in laughter here;
With the beads of Heavens bounty,
Drops of cheer will appear.
Please respect the originality of this poem. I have all rights to it and have record of writing it. And besides, copycat poetry isn't really poetry...
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Hallo, friends
First blogs always pose a challenge... There being so many sides to Jay, it's hard to decide which to introduce to this blog first--Jay the Writer, Jay the Pen Thrower, the lesser-known Jay the Actress...so many choices. Like deciding on an outfit in the morning--you enjoy each selection, but they aren't similar enough to make your selection without some thought.
But then, the most base Jay, the one underlying whichever other Jays you may stumble upon is the Jay who loves God, follows Christ. Writer, pen warrior, actress---all just hobbies and outcroppings of my personality. But a Christ-follower, that's who I am. That's my identity.
Of course, it comes to my attention that "Christian" means many things depending on the ears on which the word falls. Am I a Sunday saint? a dresses-only-at-church kind of girl? a "halleljuah"-"amen"-dance-in-the-aisles believer? all faith, or overly focused on works? Which God do I serve--the loving, the judging, the intimate, or the distant?
I could try to answer those questions--explain to you that I'm daily taking one more step into a deep life in the love of God and perseverance of Christ, tell you how much I love genuine worship or ramble away in a veritable sermon birthed from the amazing things I've been learning from God lately. I could tell you how amazing my holy God is--a holy God Who is love. And I'd likely never stop. But perhaps the best way of answering such inquiries is simply to illustrate with a product of what I believe. So I shall leave you with one of my writings--written to the world from a complacent Christianity...
What have we come to?
This heartless hypocrite generation, abandoning the hurting and sleeping through the storms.
Once, one stood and said, "Peace be still," but those words are merely a faint echo amid all our pointless noise.
We can't hear you.
We won't help you.
We don't care.
Don't ask us to rescue; don't ask us to heal.
The power and passion we put on the shelf, no more to be bothered by the worries of a weary world.
Be broken. We enjoy our quarantined wholeness.
Wasting away to beautiful zombies; better if we were corpses...
Rose-colored glasses blind us to the bleeding.
In a world tinted red, we can't recognize your wounds.
Cover your wrists, crumple the notes, cry when you've gone home.
Just don't expose us to your need.
Maybe we were meant to be a solution, be we'd rather be satisfied.
Maybe we can break the chains, but it's not worth the effort, all things considered.
Maybe we are called to love, but our love is primarily for ourselves.
Go away.
Look to the pleasures; look to the pain.
Look to the fleeting and false remedies.
Only, please, don't look to us.
We don't want to share our hope with you.
Just go.
--jaylynn
But then, the most base Jay, the one underlying whichever other Jays you may stumble upon is the Jay who loves God, follows Christ. Writer, pen warrior, actress---all just hobbies and outcroppings of my personality. But a Christ-follower, that's who I am. That's my identity.
Of course, it comes to my attention that "Christian" means many things depending on the ears on which the word falls. Am I a Sunday saint? a dresses-only-at-church kind of girl? a "halleljuah"-"amen"-dance-in-the-aisles believer? all faith, or overly focused on works? Which God do I serve--the loving, the judging, the intimate, or the distant?
I could try to answer those questions--explain to you that I'm daily taking one more step into a deep life in the love of God and perseverance of Christ, tell you how much I love genuine worship or ramble away in a veritable sermon birthed from the amazing things I've been learning from God lately. I could tell you how amazing my holy God is--a holy God Who is love. And I'd likely never stop. But perhaps the best way of answering such inquiries is simply to illustrate with a product of what I believe. So I shall leave you with one of my writings--written to the world from a complacent Christianity...
What have we come to?
This heartless hypocrite generation, abandoning the hurting and sleeping through the storms.
Once, one stood and said, "Peace be still," but those words are merely a faint echo amid all our pointless noise.
We can't hear you.
We won't help you.
We don't care.
Don't ask us to rescue; don't ask us to heal.
The power and passion we put on the shelf, no more to be bothered by the worries of a weary world.
Be broken. We enjoy our quarantined wholeness.
Wasting away to beautiful zombies; better if we were corpses...
Rose-colored glasses blind us to the bleeding.
In a world tinted red, we can't recognize your wounds.
Cover your wrists, crumple the notes, cry when you've gone home.
Just don't expose us to your need.
Maybe we were meant to be a solution, be we'd rather be satisfied.
Maybe we can break the chains, but it's not worth the effort, all things considered.
Maybe we are called to love, but our love is primarily for ourselves.
Go away.
Look to the pleasures; look to the pain.
Look to the fleeting and false remedies.
Only, please, don't look to us.
We don't want to share our hope with you.
Just go.
--jaylynn
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