my seminary poem

So, I've been in seminary for almost a year now.  Here is a poem that reflects my process thus far.  Hope you like!


And yes, it's loaded with meaning.


the lines really aren't where we say they are
and the boundaries are really just the beginning

words with eternal implications become more
than bible study conversation

we have to think

ooops

countless streams of revelation, inspiration

hidden away

stifled by our concentration on being correct
or because grandma might object

no, not the elimination of right and wrong
but learning the truth about the truth
attuning the ears more accutely to the Lord's song

but then you get mad because you realize
the song they played before was simply lies
or that the melody you were told didn't matter
is more vital than the three part harmony
the purity of truth drowned out by high notes
and runs
people start confusing truth with noise
just because the noise is easier to handle
than the silence of reality

selah

then you realize again that the lies weren't intentional
just doctrine based on conventional wisdom
fervently taught but never pondered
the canon might be closed but brains are not

stir the pot you won't get shot
but you'll be politely asked to kick rocks
the gravity of your knowledge might just snatch all
our followers

(and our dollars)

this is what happens when the truth about the truth
is preached to the youth

they voice it, and if you won't help them, they find
their own booth and spit

drawing from their own holy writ

drinking the waters that are so available

this is where am what i've seen and what
i've heard
the word...i'm learning about the word that i never heard
but i always knew existed