Perhaps this is a new project for me – a series of poems based on individual verses of scripture. Just a thought. Maybe, it will develop into something more. We’ll see.
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Luke 8:1
And it came to pass afterward,
that he went throughout every city and village […]
He shields his eyes
against a wind flecked
with sand, stumbles
toward the shade splayed
beneath a crooked tree,
sancutary from an afternoon’s heat,
where he sits, removes a stone,
a small biting tooth, jagged
and hungry, from his sandal.
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Oh gosh… So human… so weary… What a beautiful voyeuristic moment in scripture. I would very much like to see where this new path wanders. Made me wonder what those who traveled with him thought as they saw him living out his personal humanity. This was such an active time in his ministry. It would be foolish to think they all flocked around him wanting to wait on him hand and foot. He must have been giving, giving, giving to them all the time in some form or another. Though the women who were with them at this point may have been better at that. He must have felt so alone in their company. What a gift, S.T., that a small poem can conjure up those kinds of considerations for me. I do hope you keep experimenting with this.
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Thank you. I was hoping this piece would accentuate Christ’s humanity. Happy Easter. God bless!!!
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I like anything that makes spirituality immediate instead of merely a relation of past spoken words.
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This is so – real. And yes, human 🙂 Please keep going !
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I’ll do my best. Thanks for the encouragment. Happy Easter.
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Here’s another blogger who is turning scripture into poetry: http://www.tombalistreri.com/
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Thanks. I’ll take a look.
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