I’m putting together some poems and random things I wrote over the last year for my grandma as a birthday present. She’ll be 76 next tuesday the 30th of October. My beloved father and I are traveling north to Seattle to celebrate her existence. Here are a few samplings that will be in her gift.
Poet, Theologian,& Contemplative (wanna be)
Is the silence as deep as eternity? Why do the voices never stop chatting non-sense? Learn to still those outbursts and let them not be hindrances but catalysts to the depths. Constant focus on the invitation and the one who sent it.
Time ticks.
Let time be an ally in proving the love to be true. Behold his elegant manner. Glimpses of glory. Food. Chew. Digest. Sweetness lingers on the taste buds. It costs to go deep, maybe even my sanity. Write about the experience in the language of imagination. emajyn full potential realized. I need to do this, I need to do that.
I need to slow down and love and be loved.
Cook up words that are shovels to dig deep under the walls that keep us apart. A new us. Image bearers. Lets live together and sing the song of ultimate reality. When am I going to really start living? Live out my beliefs, my conversation. My name is Jesse you can call me JG. I like my name. Its time to wrestle.
Picture me snapping-vigorously. That was definitely original that was dope. as are you. As always your poetry inspires and awakens….
Comment by BB G — October 30, 2007 @ 6:34 am |
so good, jg.
hope all is well at the ainsworth manor.
Comment by missfossey — November 7, 2007 @ 9:37 pm |