Thursday, June 12, 2008

Dreaming of the Osaka Sun

I have recently taken a liking to reading and writing poetry. I am still learning how to do both well for I believe reading and writing poetry could quite possibly be one of the most difficult things to do well. I have recently been thinking about how I often care too much about my own satisfaction without caring about others. I realize that there is a lot of pain in the world and that I cannot serve everyone all at once, but I believe one thing I can do to take a step in the right direction is to care less about myself and more of others. Our theology must become our doxology and in the end, knowledge can be dangerous if we do not apply it to living well. “Much will be required from everyone to whom much has been given. But even more will be demanded from the one to whom much has been entrusted." - Luke 12:48. In the end, I feel that the more knowledge I obtain through my education at college, the more I am to serve in some way. I am not exactly sure how this looks like quite yet, but pray that I receive this understanding.

One thousand tears fall silently to the ground,
Dropping like lead weights that make no sound,
I walk past each falling tear and trudge along life,
Singing my own tune and exaggerating my trivial strife,

The children are crying while the mothers beg for food,
Agony strikes at the heart and yet fortune eludes,
I ignore each pang of their heart and trudge along life,
Singing my own tune and exaggerating my trivial strife,

Years pass and lust finds the virgin at fifteen,
And one more soul is added to the pregnancy scene,
I scorn their sin and help not as I trudge along life,
Singing my own tune and exaggerating my trivial strife,

Separation strikes when the rose petals are crushed to the floor,
The father who once loved his wife cannot love anymore,
I pity the children who go unloved and trudge along life,
Singing my own tune and exaggerating my trivial strife,

An aspiring young artist is deceived by false beauty,
As his sown seeds are swallowed by the sea,
He becomes the dried out fruit that perishes on the tree,
And he dies begging the Lord for some mercy,

In the end there is something more than trivialities,
Especially when life is nothing but reality,
And all we can do is watch brutality become mortality,
Yet we looking close our eyes as if it is all normality,

5 comments:

Heather said...

Amen, Chris. Man, this is what my art is about! haha. Did you get a chance to look at it any at my grad party? Anyways, I think you're pretty good at poetry too. I've always said you're an amazing writer. And I still think you are. But you could be a poet too, who knows?

Melissa said...

yayyyyyyyyy munekawa!

MT said...

Hey man,
I like this. Sadly reflective of the church in many ways I believe.
Keep up the writing, hope you're having a great summer.
-Matt

social bunny for hym said...

wow.....!!!!!!

Melissa said...

oh wait chris, is "dreaming of the osaka sun" from the new coldplay song? (which i love)