All I want for Xmas is a gigantic awesome remote controlled attack helicopter!!!Someone needs to equip one of these with some kind of paintball weaponry and have war games. Please?!
I've never been a huge fan of Christmas. Maybe I've never really got awesome presents (since when I was small, when most presents count as pretty awesome), maybe I've never really had lots of money to spend on presents or noone to buy for, or maybe a combo of all the above; with other reasons beside, no doubt.
But for a little while now, I have been a fan of Jesus. Not his number one fanboy; I'm a bit too cautious, wannabe-intellectual and introverted for that, but a fan nonetheless. I was going to write a screed here, off the top of my skull; and I may get around to that, but first, I am reminded by my prologue of this curious little song, courtesy of Owl City: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NMdv603yr1A "I believe that Jesus is truly the only way; I celebrate Christmas [even though sometimes I cringe about what we've done to it] because it's his birthday."
I figure, now, that my attempts at poetry are more accessible than a 'dear Diary' about faith, virgins, mangers and astrologers (as fascinating as that sounds). So, here's a little something, in the celebrated 'stream of consciousness' style, I was in the process of scribing:
Let me tell you a story.
It doesn’t get boring
It shall not get old
Or pass into the past
Without leaving its mark
It’s a story of grace
This stuff can’t be bought or sold
But let it be sought, and told
Let the sound resound at last
In the marketplace, the public square
and hiding places; halls of fear
‘Cause: God’s love has a face
The medium is the message
The raising of the negligible
Planned from the start
It is stark and powerful
Beautiful, a making new
Slowing right down the pace
Learning to communicate,
Seeking the truth
We will triangulate
Upon something worthwhile;
A trinitarian mystery.
Making sense of the race
Both far and near;
This God has come here
Changing murky to clear
And allowing a new start
For the new year.
But for a little while now, I have been a fan of Jesus. Not his number one fanboy; I'm a bit too cautious, wannabe-intellectual and introverted for that, but a fan nonetheless. I was going to write a screed here, off the top of my skull; and I may get around to that, but first, I am reminded by my prologue of this curious little song, courtesy of Owl City: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NMdv603yr1A "I believe that Jesus is truly the only way; I celebrate Christmas [even though sometimes I cringe about what we've done to it] because it's his birthday."
I figure, now, that my attempts at poetry are more accessible than a 'dear Diary' about faith, virgins, mangers and astrologers (as fascinating as that sounds). So, here's a little something, in the celebrated 'stream of consciousness' style, I was in the process of scribing:
Let me tell you a story.
It doesn’t get boring
It shall not get old
Or pass into the past
Without leaving its mark
It’s a story of grace
This stuff can’t be bought or sold
But let it be sought, and told
Let the sound resound at last
In the marketplace, the public square
and hiding places; halls of fear
‘Cause: God’s love has a face
The medium is the message
The raising of the negligible
Planned from the start
It is stark and powerful
Beautiful, a making new
Slowing right down the pace
Learning to communicate,
Seeking the truth
We will triangulate
Upon something worthwhile;
A trinitarian mystery.
Making sense of the race
Both far and near;
This God has come here
Changing murky to clear
And allowing a new start
For the new year.
Happy Christmas
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unfortunately it's not letting me edit this atm; will teach me to be a little more careful in what I post, perhaps.
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