Sunday, May 5, 2013

Do You Believe This?


(To Andrew Joseph, May 5, 2013)

A quiet yes
        with a firm nod
                to the congregation,

more an act than a word
        but clearly voiced
                without hesitation,

the culmination
        of a long course
                but the first step

of dedication
        to walk with those
                who are with God

in a conversation
        going both ways
                forever more—

        Do you believe this?

When you were chosen
        to be part of
                this celebration,

we raised you up
        as a young child
                without expectation,

with an education
        that was never a test
                or an overload

of indoctrination,
        and to this day
                you are only asked

for an appreciation
        of what you’ve been given
                since you were born.

        Do you believe this?

The breath of God
        is in you now
                and the inspiration

that moves your soul
        is the same moment
                and animation

of all creation:
        the source, the wind,
                the spoken word,

and the transformation
        of Eden’s mud
                to Adam's blood

and deportation
        is your claim too,
                but there is more,

        and you believe this

with a quiet nod
        and a firm yes
                to the congregation,

a yes that says you
        will never die,
                an exclamation

with the jubilation
        of Martha seeing
                Lazarus

and the revelation
        to Nicodemus
                in the night

and the confirmation
        that you are born
                a child of God

        and you believe this!

3 comments:

  1. Inspiration comes from God's first breath into Old Adam, then Jesus' drawing in the sand, then the Spirit's tongues of fire upon all believers' heads, and eventually hearts.

    I would not have ventured into poetry except that my brother Jon blazed that trail in ways I can never quite reciprocate. This "Eden's mud / to Adams blood" to "Martha seeing / Lazarus" is far more Skideroo than ever I could have envisioned when I opened that first Stillwater Symposium poem, at Lac La Belle, circa (let us say) 197?

    Then, in probably my next-to-last year at Concordia, I hummed this song between classes, daily chapel, and ephemeral cross-country runs:

    I don't know why I'm weeping,
    O, God of power and might;
    perhaps because I'm seeking--
    prepared to make a fight.

    Perhaps because I'm turning
    your grace into my gain;
    and like a sore I'm burning--
    I keep scratching at the pain.

    I face your cross unworthy,
    and I cringe to make the choice,
    and as I'm still discerning,
    I hear a gentle voice:

    Believe in me--I'll help your unbelief,
    and like a shepherd searching,
    I'll meet you on your street.
    Believe in me--I'll help your unbelief,
    just as the sun keeps shining,
    you can depend on me (you can depend on me)...

    So doubt helps form the answer,
    one I cannot control,
    just Christ the sole enhancer
    can make the torn parts whole.

    While sacred words assist me,
    my heart calls out in fear;
    so God, when I resist thee,
    please send your Spirit near.

    I face your cross unworthy,
    and I cringe to make the choice,
    and as I'm still discerning,
    I hear a gentle voice:

    Believe in me--I'll help your unbelief,
    and like a shepherd searching,
    I'll meet you on your street.
    Believe in me--I'll help your unbelief,
    just as the sun keeps shining,
    you can depend on me (you can depend on me)...

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  2. Dan, I assume this is your own poem, but please confirm - and give us its name so I can put it on the index page.

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  3. yes, composed as a song before I had a guitar, I never quite managed to play it well (I'll try later this week with Joey when he comes back from the mountains, where he's enjoying some R & R). I remember talking to Dad a bit about this song, maybe even singing it. As ever, I wish I remembered exactly his thoughts on Mark 9:24, the heart of our conversation. Title? "I'll meet you on your street"...

    Thanks for indexing and this chance to recollect!

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