I've been working on this poem throughout the day today, and while it's probably not done, it seemed done enough to share with you all. As you'll see, the first stanza is from a prophet's point of view, while the rest of the poem is the word of God that the prophet has heard and is speaking to the people. Also, this is a relatively obscure reference, but the clause "I am the patron saint of lost causes" comes from the Anberlin song "Dismantle Repair" that I was listening to earlier this morning before all this starting coming together. Gotta give credit where credit is due. And though it's not at all on par with his poetry, when you're reading this, think of the kind of quick rhythm of David Bowden, whose website you should definitely check out. All that aside, whatever the merits of the end product, the process of writing has been incredibly enjoyable.
I am
the patron saint of an almost lost cause
the hopeless prophet…
of hope
hearing the words no one will speak
and speaking the words no one can hear,
words followed…
by tears
THUS SAYS THE LORD:
mercy and justice,
the goodness of God
forsaken, forgotten, untried, and ignored
ignored in your hearts
untried in your lives
you don’t know where to start
and you won’t —
you’re not mine
a law that can’t save you
a law you can’t keep
is the law you embrace
and the “life” that you seek
seek ME and live
yet you’re dying inside
decomposing within
and this death you can’t hide
you’re caught in your sin
disregarding your call
forgetting your God
and the voice of your Lord
plotting and praising
a life of your own
the things God’s abhorred
are the things you’ve adored
what is the point?
and how will you cope?
this “life” you can’t live and this “hope” you can’t hope
this is what you’ve embraced
and it’s who you’ve become
I see you, I ache and
I am
undone
but what you’ve become
is not who you are
so come back to me, please —
please, I implore!
embrace who I AM
and let me provide
I know you can’t see it but
I’m on your side
in a world misaligned, so misled and confused
you’re starving for hope, for guidance, for food
but I am your bread and I am your wine
I give you myself
I give all that is mine
if only you’ll eat and if only you’ll drink
I’ll heal every wound
bring you back from the brink
I give you my hand and I give you my heart
take them and live and
make a new start!
mercy and justice
the goodness of God
consulted, accepted, extended, explored
this is the life that I have for you
live it and love it, and let it be true