The adventures of a restless and snarky seminary student in Seattle (well, the general metro area), as she pursues ordained ministry within the PC(USA)
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Wednesday, August 29, 2012
"I Am Not That Good" Seminary intro-assignment poem
I Am Not That Good
A piece of my "Introduce Yourself" project for orientation. What sort of writing is it? I don't really know... The title being 'I Am Not That Good"
I am not that good,
I'm a child of God.
And often I would rather not be.
I am sanctified through the profane,
Psalms of Discontent mark the road of my persistent faith
AND
In such a way,
I. Am. Biblical.
Though THAT word makes me cringe.
"Praise Cheesus!"
My "carefree" youth always found a man's observation of grief more compelling than his 'Narnia'
I am one to pray moving forward on my feet,
Arms open and hands working
But then, far be it from me to suggest We speak these days
It's been a long time since I felt I had anything to say
And so to my God who will not be defined:
Allow me a failed attempt to define myself
I.Am.Not.That.Good
But I sure as hell put a fair effort into trying.
Albeit with a more than fair effort into not,
I have disappointed you more times than I can count,
But even you have shouted to yourself, feeling forsaken.
I am, as you have made me,
Full of imperfection, faults, weaknesses, dark ugly corners.
And...
Beauty, confidence, gifts, strengths
And, brief, flashes of brilliant light.
I am my father's daughter,
the annoyance of my brothers,
object of my mother's pride
and her frustration.
Even though I would rather not be
I'm a child of God
and it is probably for that reason, not in spite of it, that
I.AM.NOT.THAT.GOOD
I am not that good,
I'm a child of God.
And often I would rather not be.
I am sanctified through the profane,
Psalms of Discontent mark the road of my persistent faith
AND
In such a way,
I. Am. Biblical.
Though THAT word makes me cringe.
"Praise Cheesus!"
My "carefree" youth always found a man's observation of grief more compelling than his 'Narnia'
I am one to pray moving forward on my feet,
Arms open and hands working
But then, far be it from me to suggest We speak these days
It's been a long time since I felt I had anything to say
And so to my God who will not be defined:
Allow me a failed attempt to define myself
I.Am.Not.That.Good
But I sure as hell put a fair effort into trying.
Albeit with a more than fair effort into not,
I have disappointed you more times than I can count,
But even you have shouted to yourself, feeling forsaken.
I am, as you have made me,
Full of imperfection, faults, weaknesses, dark ugly corners.
And...
Beauty, confidence, gifts, strengths
And, brief, flashes of brilliant light.
I am my father's daughter,
the annoyance of my brothers,
object of my mother's pride
and her frustration.
Even though I would rather not be
I'm a child of God
and it is probably for that reason, not in spite of it, that
I.AM.NOT.THAT.GOOD
Monday, October 31, 2011
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