Had the image (which itself was a vision of sorts, in that impressionistic-y way I occasionally get vision-like things) in the first stanza of this poem come into my mind this morning when I was thinking, “I should post a poem.”
When I went back and re-read it, it struck me that it meshed with a recent thought theme lately of Jesus’ being embodied, where he actually brought divine DNA into the actual physical world and how cool that is. AND it’s also good timing for this Lenten season.
So that seemed to me like enough of a confirmation to post this one. As always, I would love any thoughts, questions, comments, engagement–reach out if you’re so inclined!
As I look out on dirty snow semi-melted by a cold rain in the middle of a big old stretch of frigid, it felt a bit cathartic to post a poem I wrote in one of my favorite places in the world, Poipu Beach in Kauai.
This is one of the 53 poems I wrote during my sabbatical this past summer. I was going to post one or several of the ones wrestling through burnout and uncomfortable emotions and such, but decided maybe I’d start with a more playful one. Just thinking about some of the craziness and goodness of God becoming a human.
This particular poem was written on my super-fab-900-miles-of-Kansas-highways-in-three-days trip–three of the verses at Horsethief Reservoir west of Jetmore and four of the verses at a Starbucks in Dodge City.
Decided to post an old one today–wrote it six years ago, less than a month after I started writing poems. Seemed like a good one in our hurry and flurry culture.
It’s from Luke 10:38-42:
As Jesus and his disciples were on their way, he came to a village where a woman named Martha opened her home to him. She had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord’s feet listening to what he said. But Martha was distracted by all the preparations that had to be made. She came to him and asked, “Lord, don’t you care that my sister has left me to do the work by myself? Tell her to help me!”
“Martha, Martha,” the Lord answered, “you are worried and upset about many things, but only one thing is needed. Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her.”
When he said “one thing is needed,” I think Jesus was doing his rabbi-thing where they are pretty much ALWAYS referring to things in the Hebrew scriptures to fill their teachings with multiple layers of meaning and goodness. In particular, I think he was making a reference to Psalm 27:4, to allude to that and really the whole Psalm (read it sometime soon if you’ve got time, it’s a potent one). I especially think that’s cool because though women wouldn’t have been able to study the Torah formally, as I understand it they DID receive instruction in the Psalms … so Jesus is deliberately referring to something that he knew Martha would know.
Anyway … the poem. See how it (and, really, the story above) hits you! (As always, I welcome comments/questions/etc. at john@ichthusmhk.org!)
One night the sky was looking angry and (I can’t remember why–some event? Planned firepit? Not sure) I didn’t want that so I sorta wished/prayed/gazed at it and, interestingly, it like changed in about 30 seconds. Which was good that night. But it got me thinking.
I got the title from the title of a book by John Piper (The Hidden Smile of God) I read about 20 years ago, which in turn came from a line in a poem by William Cowper.
One of the (many) aspects I find super enjoyable about poetry is how things can mean lots of things, all at the same time. I also value things that are clever. Add to that my dad-jokeness, the enjoyment of things that are sorta clever and sorta cringe-y … and my poems often have sorta weird references that I enjoy but you might not lol.
I like the title of these doctors, “Goode & Payne,” as a way to refer to how suffering and perseverance produces good results. I like it enough where I wrote one poem in 2020 about them about the mercy of God I see in my having OCD, and then they’ve re-appeared recently as I wrestle through a continuing and challenging situation that I am facing. (When I make myself chuckle, then it helps me endure.)
So here they are, my two poems with the good(e) doctors in the titles. 🙂
I, like many of you, am no stranger to melancholy moods, mental ambushes, significant internal pain, etc. I’m 53 years old and let’s just say that this is, uh, not a new thing to me. It is less frequent and less intense particularly in these last years as I have finally found a “bottom line” of God’s goodness that has changed the game, and I am wildly thankful for that. But I still face acute mental trials, sometimes quite painful.
I’ve talked before of how I’ve discovered the practical GIFT that poetry has been and is to me related to this. It is genuinely therapeutic for me to try to write a poem like right in the midst of the challenging, even agonizing, situations. I see how creativity is neurologically integrating and how that is a massive blessing when I’m stuck in my brain, particularly my left brain, and am therefore quite neurologically disintegrated. (One poem I posted even directly addresses this.)
SO… long preamble to say that I wrote this one last November to try to more healthily navigate a stressful/overwhelmed/low time. And it’s been in my mind so I thought I’d post it.
A few notes: the title is a remez (thank you Marty Solomon/Bema) to Psalm 139; “Social One” is an Enneagram subtype reference; and the “expired window” of the last verse means that the poem at that point was 47 minutes in and my internal critic was quite happy to heap more vitriol on me (“the boobirds were in full swing” is what I wrote then haha) for how I was even messing this therapeutic/worship offering up and basically I’d taken too long for it to be useful. So I ended the poem feeling thoroughly wiped out and failed. And yet! And yet! That was not the end of the story. It did help. I’m learning to endure and to find a “peace that surpasses mind” (Philippians 4:7). I’m learning how to be John Schwartz, a beloved and favored child of the King, who doesn’t have to nail it.
So I’ve got that going for me… 🙂 And I can not WAIT for heaven when these sorts of struggles are a blip in the rear-view mirror.
This one’s about going fishing with my dad (Bill) and my grandpa (Fred).
I’ve been missing Grandpa (my mom’s dad — I was less than a year old when my dad’s dad died, so I didn’t know him) lately. I was his first grandson after having four daughters and then a granddaughter, and we always had a special relationship. I believe he was the man I felt the safest around, and … I miss him.
The subject matter of this poem (the Bible and the place it has in human lives) seems to me to be of utmost importance. Not just if the Bible is important — I certainly believe it is, uniquely and irreplaceably so — but how.
The title is, appropriately enough, a reference to something in the Bible. And I think it might mean more than that as well.
One of my favorite things to do is to interact with people who for whatever reason(s) have genuine interest, curiosity, and enjoyment in poems I write. So if you happen to fit that description, respond to the Facebook message if that’s what sent you here or just shoot me an email at thusdude@gmail.com; I’d love to hear from you!
In conjunction with my sabbatical, I took the summer off from posting. Not sure if I’ll continue the weekly posts or go back to occasional. I wrote over 50 poems on sabbatical, so I may put a bunch in one post. Regardless–I will put this one here; I also posted it on Facebook.
It’s a groaning season — I’m up to 20 untimely (and a few more expected/timely/but painful nonetheless) deaths in the worlds I am close to in the last 5 months. It’s nuts, and … oh, the groaning.
This is sort of about that, or at least fits the groaning theme … but it’s actually about more/different than that. See how it hits you. It’s funny to say this about one’s own poem, but like is often the case, it feels sorta like it wrote me, rather than me writing it … so I’ve been musing on it and seeing lots of stuff in it.
The last line is a specific reference to something (Google it if you need help), which itself was a reference to something in the Bible (KJV version). That’s in play.
