Back To The Beginning; Poetry & God

You must understand poetry if you are to understand God. How else do you explain the death of a seed deep into the soil that sprouts into a tree for a salvation story with your carnal mind? Poetry calls you to look at things with a third eye. Most of us never want to dig deep into anything. How do you expect to find the meaning of life by ending your search at the top of the well? You want to see the water, but you do not want to bend.

From the parable of the Mustard Seed, Osho describes God as the essence of the universe. He died like a seed and sprouted into everything we see. Now He is in all that is around (Inbox me if you need the copy of Osho’s book in electronic format). But some of us want to only find Him in certain places. Everywhere should be church. Home is church. School is church. Marriage is church. Friendship is church. Work is church. What is church?

Spanish: Iglesia
French: église
Greek: ekklēsia
Swahili: kanisa

Meaning ”assembly”, ”congregation”.

The word ‘church’ comes from the old English term ‘kirche’ which meant ‘pertaining to the lord’. (This is another conversation altogether.)

The Bible, having originally been written in Hebrew then first translated into Greek, referred to what we call the ‘church’ today as ”Ecclesia”; Greek for ”The called out (ones)”, driving more into the significance of fellowship and communion, which many religious systems myopically turned into dogmatic doctrine hidden in modern day denominations and church organizations either in an attempt to interpret The Good News or stealing from it. ”Ekklesia” was however a political term that time. Jesus used it to bring home the point that his ‘church’ = assembly, congregation; is his body, which we all belong to as believers. He used it symbolically to assert that believing in him meant you would be part of God’s Kingdom. The word ‘kingdom’ also a political term. That’s one of the reasons explaining why he got into trouble with both the religious and political leaders. He was a threat. Did he want political esteem or religious veneration? And he confused those guys big time because they had to lay traps to know where to start accusing him from. He came on a spiritual basis. That was new.

When we were first introduced to poetry in high school, the teacher said, read a poem once to get its feel. Read it the second time to get its gist. Read it the third time to try figure out its intended meaning, then answer its questions. Now that needs patience, a lot of analysis, interpretation and thinking; which our education system does not encourage. Which this fast world does not want us to. So we are not trained to live that kind of life. The priests, pastors, religious leaders, and ordinary men, continue feeding us with lies and we keep following blindly.

I look at myself as a poem. I’m made up of all these stylistic devices; repetition (two hands, two eyes, two legs, two ears), imagery (laughter – to show amusement, tears – to express pain or joy, dreams – to show my imaginations, hopes and other life experiences), alliteration (having meals three times a day, reading books over and over), irony (I’m as old as I am but I still love getting pampered, I accuse people before pointing out my mistakes, I expect to be good on stage without good practice), puns (who doesn’t love coming into pleasure? We wouldn’t be here), and so on. Poems are deliberate works of literature. Each portion of a piece is intentionally crafted to derive meaning at the end of a line or a stanza. Hence my existence. I was written. I was crafted by the Master Poet. I have gifts and talents which He gave me to serve. But for me to be effective, I need to have the fruits of the Holy Spirit. (Galatians 5:22-23)

And where do fruits come from? Trees. Jesus says in John 15:1, he is the true Vine. His Father is the gardener (vineyard keeper; other translations say ‘husbandman’). In John 15:5, he says he is the Vine, we are the branches. If we abide in him, and him in us, we shall bear much fruit. The gardener is the one who plants. He owns the seeds. In the beginning was the Word. And the Word was with God. And the Word was God (John 1:1). The Word becomes flesh. He was obedient to death – even death on a cross; Philippians 2:8. Crucifixion was among the most shameful ways to lose your life. They had to ascertain that you were humiliated. That is what Christ went through for my sake. And yet, I am still such a sinful man.

So each day I learn to cleanse myself of the impurities that blind me from the Light, just like poets edit poems attempting to perfect them. I learn to talk less, and do more. Measure my words, and listen further. I love the verse of Proverbs 18:13 (NIV). It says, ”To answer before listening– that is folly and shame.”

You can only grow if you are aware of your inner self. Many are called, but few are chosen.

John 12:24, Romans 8:12-13, Titus 2:12, Mark 8:34.

And learn some poetry. You will never be the same.

Whoever wants to become a Christian must first become a poet. – St. Pophyrios of Kavsokalyvia

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