Lūcēbint tū domus ducō

Sunday, December 11, 2005

Another poem. This one is actually good, because I didn't write it. xD

I am busy, Jesus,
ever faster screeching round and round--
You lie calmly in the manger,
Joseph's patient voice the only sound.

I am selfish, Jesus,
grasping, pulling inward, curved in tight--
You stoop lower, ever lower
mixing spittle for a poor man's eyesight.

I am sated, Jesus,
stuffed so full I've almost lost my breath--
You are rasping, breathing labored,
stumbling naked, famished to Your death.

I am tired, Jesus,
numb and finished, callous and distressed--
You stand wounded, weeping, dying,
quickened; calling, "Come to Me and rest."

Brr...I love that poem. To quote Jonathan: "I wish I'd written that." WOW, look at my awesome quote. I couldn't tell you what Lelsie spoke on for an hour last week (Yes, I could. I could give you a two-hour summary of it, as well as how many times she blinks per minute [28], how tall she is to the centimeter[6'1'05], what her favorite kind of gum is[Bubblicious watermelon-strawberry], and how long to the minute she's been married[at the moment, 4 years, 267 days, 16 hours, and 3 minutes]. Ha. Just kidding. I made it all up. Madejah look.), but I can recall precisely what Jonathan said in passing, not even to me.

WOW!!!! Look at my incredibly long, completely pointless paragraph! Yay!

Yea...well. My point is, I wash I'd written that poem. In fact, I will. Right now, I'm going to re-write it, probably wiht 90% the same words, but so it applies to me. :D

I am so busy, Jesus,
Horses to ride and homework to do--
You lie sleeping in some hay,
the only sound around, crickets.

I am so selfish, Jesus,
I want my own time, my own version.
You cry silently, wincing
at the pain, endured for me

I am so complacent,* Jesus,
Everything I do, perfectly fine.
You are rasping, aching, gasping,
stumbling naked, mocked form all sides.

I am so exausted, Jesus.
Tired of being out by myself.
I don't want it anymore. I'm so sorry
for making You hurt,
but could You just take me in?
You stand, wounded, bleeding
Weeping, calling, "My child,
I have been waiting for you."
And then, with arms streched out,
to show me that You'll accept me,
Died.

Hmmm.....somehow, I like the original version. I wonder why? xD

*Yes! Jonathan, be proud of me. I used your favorite word, complacent. I also looked up the defenition (I'm so happy. It means precisely what I thought it did. xD):

"contented to a fault with oneself or one's actions; 'he had become complacent after years of success'; 'his self-satisfied dignity'"

There. For all of you who have heard Jonathan's occasional before-or-after-singing (For lack of a better word, I'll use "lectures." However, they aren't boring, annoying, or even disliked. Lecture isn't always a bad thing.) lectures, and have gone "What the heck is a Ku...Cu...complacent?, now you know. Happy?
(Actually, it's not really that hard to guess. Nearly anybody with an I.Q. above 1 could get Jonathan's lectures. I'm just proud of myself for using my new word. -shiny lights and tinking sounds appear all around-)