First entry in over three months — wow! I did say at the very beginning I reserved the right to be quite sporadic on this site, so don’t say I didn’t warn you haha. I’ve still been writing (I need to keep writing); I just have a smaller group chat with people who have particularly engaged with my poems and it’s easy to shoot one their way. However, as I look at the stats, there actually ARE a few people going to this site here and there even months after posting, so … that’s fun, and so how about a new post for something new to look at!
I wrote this one yesterday morning. It’s good for me to celebrate and worship and write this sort of poem. I’m prone to focus on the gaps, the struggles, the wrestling — and don’t get me wrong, poetry has been SUCH a gift for that. Yet the way a simple poem about the love of God is contested in my mind even as and after I write is quite telling. I like this poem, and how re-reading it gives me repeated opportunities to worship and be grateful. Regardless of the bursting thoughts and feelings in the complex neurological and mental and emotional world of John Schwartz, I truly am staggered by the mercy and grace and unspeakable love of God.
(The title is a reference to my favorite verse of the hymn, “The Love of God,” by Frederick Lehman.)
Thanks y’all. I would love to hear from any of you at john@ichthusmhk.org!
