Thoughts and Poetry!
Blah. In a really crappy mood. College stuff, crazy mother, etc. I couldn't even stand to be in my house. Went outside in the woods and hacked this out (well, I've had the last stanza banging around in my head for the past couple of months). I hate that I can only write poetry when I'm in a pissy mood. It always makes me feel better though. *shrugs*
Thank God you kept my key away!
For it opens that foreboding door,
And outside there is no crossing guard
Not even a 7-11 store.
Thank God you closed the shutters tight!
Not even one sunny ray
Could penetrate this shining altar
And mar the fluorescent, faultless light.
Thank God you blew my candle out!
That incessant, flickering flame
Would rival fallen seraphim
With its secret shame.
This is something I've been meaning to post. Not poetry. Just a random thought. Not written in fragmented sentences. Promise!
I finished reading The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy a while ago. I was in the car with my mom and my sisters and mindlessly reading bumper stickers. One read: "JESUS is the answer." I started to laugh (inwardly, as my family does not need proof that I am, in fact, insane) because I was reminded of 42. I understood it when I read it, and I loved the concept of 42 before, but it just took on this whole new meaning for me. That bumper sticker could just have easily read, "42 is the answer." At the same time, it upsetted me a little. What is the question that Jesus is the answer to? Is he just the answer?
6x7 = ...
Jesus?
What is the capital of Assyria?
Jesus?
Sorry. It just doesn't work. Ironically, I just gave a church sermon for Youth Sunday and I talked about 42 in the sermon. The whole thing was about questioning yourself and your faith.
My Conclusion:
Have faith, but don't give it blindly.
Jesus is the answer.
Wow, who ever came up with that pinned it right on the donkey's ass.
Thank God you kept my key away!
For it opens that foreboding door,
And outside there is no crossing guard
Not even a 7-11 store.
Thank God you closed the shutters tight!
Not even one sunny ray
Could penetrate this shining altar
And mar the fluorescent, faultless light.
Thank God you blew my candle out!
That incessant, flickering flame
Would rival fallen seraphim
With its secret shame.
This is something I've been meaning to post. Not poetry. Just a random thought. Not written in fragmented sentences. Promise!
I finished reading The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy a while ago. I was in the car with my mom and my sisters and mindlessly reading bumper stickers. One read: "JESUS is the answer." I started to laugh (inwardly, as my family does not need proof that I am, in fact, insane) because I was reminded of 42. I understood it when I read it, and I loved the concept of 42 before, but it just took on this whole new meaning for me. That bumper sticker could just have easily read, "42 is the answer." At the same time, it upsetted me a little. What is the question that Jesus is the answer to? Is he just the answer?
6x7 = ...
Jesus?
What is the capital of Assyria?
Jesus?
Sorry. It just doesn't work. Ironically, I just gave a church sermon for Youth Sunday and I talked about 42 in the sermon. The whole thing was about questioning yourself and your faith.
My Conclusion:
Have faith, but don't give it blindly.
Jesus is the answer.
Wow, who ever came up with that pinned it right on the donkey's ass.