Monday, August 22, 2011

The Eternal, Gaddafi, and Living Words

Below is my poem for yesterday. I finished it yesterday, but could not post it as my home internet connection was not working. How much are we tied to technology? I think sometimes we have to learn to dance with technology and know when technology's shoes step on our toes and when we step on technology's toes. Many Luddites see technology as the greatest evil, and the technophiles see nothing but glory. The truth of technology may be along the spectrum of these two poles, or more likely its value or evil may be beyond either. Under technology, we still remain human both in our glory and in our foibles. Technology may give me the ability to connect with someone on the other side of the world, but it does not make me kind or rude to that person.

Today, billions watch on TV as Muammar Gaddafi plays the last notes of his Shakespearean tragedy (comedy?). Many others will pull up footage of the last bits of his history online. But will they make of the man and his country? Technology may tempts us into being an audience to life, rather than living into to our being. Poetry, now, written on the glimmer of digital generated screens, or ancient, written on pounded out animal skins or pith of the papyrus plant, seeks to capture the shimmer of being alive. Poetry makes both a wall and friends with death; love spins the words alive. Unlike the pull toward being audience, poetry pulls us into being alive as we read the poem. This is why scripture is written primarily in verse. It calls us to live the words as we read them.

Most people with an internet connection can read the below poem. No amount of technology will give me power as to how the readers (providing there are readers...it is poetry after all... darn those high school teachers of verse) will interpret the below poem. Will they read God and ignore or judge the poem?

Soon, as the gunfire cools, the rebels will have to attempt the harder task than overthrowing a tyrant, building a calm country where peace opens out to make daily life just that ordinary and filled with marriages, births, and the wonder of the mundane.


Do This, As I Remember You
The Greek is ambiguous, it could mean that either Jesus asks us to remember him in the Lord Supper or it can mean, Jesus remembers us. God remembering us, there is something profound to ponder in realizing the creator of this vast universe remember us in this small act even when we forget what is important. - Dr. Lace Williams, Theologian and my wife.

To pass the day
with my love,
you, ordinary
and a day closer
to becoming dirt, reminds me
of ancient Hebrew. You say
we are living dirt, and I
say star stuff and we
are both

right. Now,
we live into a blended mix
of matter. What
will become of this
day we shared?
Pushed into a box
in the garage part
of memory. Lost. Love
makes time

still. Time moves.
Only God lives
each moment
in the same instant.
God holds each
forgotten day
in a challis,
slowly drank to a harmonious
music. Minutes broken
into two. God
remembers the whole
of love even

as we lose
the timeframes
of stars.

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