Happy Fall and welcome to September!
The past few months of relative quietness here have been a period of thinking for me. I’ve asked myself, why do I do this–write, especially poetry? Why do I post it here? Do I want to keep doing this?
This June before holidays I lived under a cloud of particularly thick ennui. Maybe I should just stop writing altogether… but what would I do?
It has been good for me to ponder these questions.
In the beginning of August, after a great holiday (and a writing break) I felt revived but continued to wrestle with, what do I do in the fall with the poetry blog?
As a Christian, perhaps it was to be expected that I would need to get as close as possible to the bone in quizzing myself. The question that finally floated into my mind to help me sort through this is from the Shorter Westminster Catechism:
Q: What is the chief end of man?
A: Man’s chief end is to glorify God and to enjoy Him forever.
In applying that Q&A to my situation I asked, would I be glorifying God if I stopped writing, that is, using the talent and expanding the skill and interest in words that is part of who I am?
Does it please Him when I squirrel away my writing in binders on the shelf? Do any of us have insights and realizations just for ourselves? Or are they given to bless and help others along the way? (Not that I ever feel that everything one writes needs to be shared!)?
How can I better glorify Him with what I do?
Can I do that here?
How would it look?
I have decided as a result of introspection and prayer to be more open and candid about my faith in the poems I post here. In other words, in the days ahead you’ll find more poems that reflect my spiritual pilgrimage and beliefs. Of course I’ll also still write about nature and other topics that catch my fancy.
Enough philosophizing! It’s time for a poem. This is one I found in my binder, written a number of years ago.
Me: This lamp will be perfect for the table where my husband studies.
Clerk: What does he study?
Me: Uh, uh, …oh stuff.
He studies the Bible.
I know that.
It’s really the only thing he studies.
But did I say it?
Automatically I veer toward cowardice.
My default setting: Be private about your faith
After all you don’t want to appear
odd, different or, heaven forbid,
be expected to explain!
On my way through the park
crows call triplet caws
and I hang my head
robbed of excuses.
I will go
into my closet