27, 3-7 – SHOW NOTES AND COPYRIGHTS, 10/23/2021
Today we are going to discuss me and my writing relationship with God. I have talked about praying before, but for an introvert, which I am, there is a reason for writing. Writing poetry is me. I am more comfortable expressing myself on the written page than on a personal level. At least that was me until . . . . . .
The 3 poems I have chosen today are from Living In God’s Rhyme. (©2017 by Tim Carter)
AN INTROVERT’S VOICE (pg. 39)
It is that voice inside,
Inside his brain, his mind,
That is like a moving train.
Silently, it is that kind.
Thoughts like the wind,
Blowing brain matter around,
Scattering rhyming letters
Everywhere without a sound.
It’s not that he has nothing to say,
And it’s not that he has lost his way.
It’s more like he has turned to stone
From feeling safe when being alone.
He can smile
For a while.
Yes, he can talk,
But would rather walk.
I guess it’s hard to explain
This silent running train.
Thoughts are there having formed words,
So many words that no one has heard,
Words that haven’t found a voice,
Unsure of how to make a choice.
For him, uncertain,
He closes the curtain.
Unable to explain,
His voice is quiet.
So he writes
Words of rights,
Words of wrongs.
It is here
Where he is strong
So you can hear.
An unspoken after thought:
Not sure it makes any sense.
More an exercise in
Rhyming introspection
Than an explanation.
Or maybe it is more.
THE BOOK ON THE SHELF (Pg. 153)_
I asked the Lord, what do I write
He replied, write of yourself
Take the book of your life off the shelf
Open you heart and turn on the light
So, here I am, where have I misplaced that book
The many nooks and crannies where I have looked
Were empty, as if they had been visited by a crook
When did I last use it, that memory someone took
I prayed, Lord, show me what I have missed
At which he led me through a fine and foggy mist
To the place on a shelf
Where I found myself.
Sometimes I close the cover to my life
And then I find that every day is a fight
As I fail to follow the light he has shining on me
A light that does reflect from him so that I can see
I have these days when I lose my way
When the world around me tears at my heart
When the world around me leads me astray
When I awake sleepy eyed at the day’s new start
Maybe it was a word, a thought, a slight I did perceive
Something I was unprepared that day to receive
Maybe it was just me
Maybe I just didn’t see
The book on the shelf is where I was found
The book where the story of my life is bound
Where God placed me to keep me safe
As the world around me runs its race
Sometimes I get off track in the race I run
When I confuse God’s blessings with earthly fun
When I get caught in life’s struggles before the day is done
When I distract myself from the life I have with God’s Son
My story is one of God’s love for me
A story of his infinite grace in my life
His forgiving of my many wanderings
A story of my faith in God and his in me
Reflection on The Book on the Shelf
There is no punctuation when the day is a run on sentence
A sentence
