{"id":103,"date":"2021-01-11T13:26:50","date_gmt":"2021-01-11T19:26:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/johnwilliamschwartz.net\/?p=103"},"modified":"2024-12-15T08:29:39","modified_gmt":"2024-12-15T14:29:39","slug":"pathway-to-hope","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/johnwilliamschwartz.net\/?p=103","title":{"rendered":"Pathway to Hope"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>We had an &#8220;Art Night&#8221; at the last Ichthus Thursday night meeting of Fall 2020 and, alongside some delightful student offerings, I read this one there. I chose it because it represents sort of an &#8216;aha&#8217; moment for me about the role of art. I have found that writing poetry over these last three years has been therapeutic &#8212; specifically, super healthy for my actual brain with its sin-riddled disintegratory tendency to be left-brain heavy (see <a href=\"https:\/\/johnwilliamschwartz.net\/?p=32\">&#8220;The Station Will Be Truly Grand&#8221;<\/a> for related themes). So as we had a night celebrating God&#8217;s gift of art and even HOW and WHY it is such a gift, it was fitting to read a poem where I realized how poetry itself, the very genre, might be an essential component of why songs\/Psalms of lament &#8220;worked&#8221; so well for the Hebrews. The &#8216;aha&#8217; actually came when I was in a pretty mentally anguished state and had the thought to try to write\/wrestle it out in poetry &#8230; the hard-to-put-into-words joy that poetry is began to seep into my agony to where, lo and behold, the world seemed a bit lighter by the end of the poem&#8230; When this happened again within the week, I took note, as for me, journaling\/prose has NOT always been a tool to help ease my mind, but can actually find me in an even blacker hole. (I know for others journaling does help, and it actually used to help me. But there was something just <em>different<\/em> about poetry &#8230; for which I was (and am) grateful!)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\"><strong>PATHWAY TO HOPE<\/strong><br> Laments are poems\u2014<br> Ah! I get it \u2026 like never before<br> That\u2019s why they end happy<br><br> A way to be before the Lord<br> Rage and terror, famine, sword<br> Overwhelmed by life and yet<br> Creative joy shows safety net<br> Like Frodo gazing to the sky<br> Perspective burst, despair defy<br> Structured tool to funnel pain<br> Speaks to soul, marries brain<br><br> In darkness black and agony<br> A glimmer stirs inside of me<br> Art\u2019s goodness taps a wellspring true<br> And lubricates stuck praise to You<br> Nothing\u2019s changed fear tries to say<br> But true-lens whisper saves the day<br> Something\u2019s changed,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp; that something\u2019s me<br> And Jesus wins the victory<br><br> Laments are poems\u2014<br> Unexpected gift to this dear son<br> May I use them and be free<\/pre>\n\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>We had an &#8220;Art Night&#8221; at the last Ichthus Thursday night meeting of Fall 2020 and, alongside some delightful student offerings, I read this one there. I chose it because it represents sort of an &#8216;aha&#8217; moment for me about the role of art. I have found that writing poetry over these last three years [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-103","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/johnwilliamschwartz.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/103","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/johnwilliamschwartz.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/johnwilliamschwartz.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/johnwilliamschwartz.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/johnwilliamschwartz.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=103"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/johnwilliamschwartz.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/103\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":441,"href":"https:\/\/johnwilliamschwartz.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/103\/revisions\/441"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/johnwilliamschwartz.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=103"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/johnwilliamschwartz.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=103"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/johnwilliamschwartz.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=103"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}