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Psalm of Wonder (Free verse) by Dovina
Surely not in vain
My form from dust You made
So gently shaped, designed
Surely You would not decay
Your craft on which You worked
Back to common earth again
Even a peevish boy
Who forms a bowl from clay
Seldom in a fit of anger
Decides to smash his work
Will He who formed the vessel
Be it out of love or fancy
In an afterthought destroy it?
Would He who made a forest
Complete with birds and fawns
Then erupt a mountain
To bury it in ash?
Would He who loves a people
Along an Asian coast
Move the tranquil sea
To drown it with a wave?
How wondrous
Your creations seem to me
How trivial and common
They must be to You
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Weighted score: 6.2777777
Overall Rank: 904
Posted: January 30, 2005 4:39 PM PST; Last modified: January 30, 2005 4:39 PM PST
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This poem does not work on an emotional level.
PS-Would you greatly mind making your punctuation consistent?
The punctuation is consistent in its own way.
Part of the definition of God is 'Big person who lives in heaven and judges who to put in heaven and who to condemn to wool trousers and too-tight stocking caps forever'. The number of people who've altogether EVER lived on earth who believed in God but didn't believe in some afterlife or other is, like, zero. Where we all run around contradicting ourselves all over the place is thinking there is some great afterlife, we're all going to be saved, whoever's not saved deserves it, and it sucks when God whemies some poor bastard, sinner or not, out the other side. If you believe in any God, that's simply garbage.
PS-Considering that I don't really believe in God, I probably am a very silly person.
If I get you right (and I'm not at all certain I do), things are heading in something like the following direction:
DOVINA: People (should) find God a hard guy to like because he often crushes them like insects with little or no warning, and probably no concern on his part (cf. your poem).
ZODIAC: But God knows those people are going to heaven, so he's not bound to care for their insectly earthly lives.
DOVINA: Who says there's a heaven just because there's a God?
ZODIAC: Most people.
DOVINA: That's because people want to believe God made a heaven. Maybe he didn't.
ZODIAC: Indeed maybe he didn't. It seems just as likely that he didn't as that he did. But considering that the point of this poem (or the only one I can imagine it having) is to make most people question why they think God is so swell (since he crushes people etc etc), then it's a bunk argument. Any person in the world put in that position is bound to say, Because he made a nice heaven for us to go to after we're crushed.
Incidentally, I know I'm paraphrasing something awful above. Please, please don't make the gist of your response that I've paraphrased something. You and I both know perfectly well what was really said, and if we forget, we have the comments above to reread. If you do, I'm afraid I can't be your friend anymore.
:-(
Now to your most recent comment.
The point of the poem is not to convince people of something. It is not to criticize their faith. It is to express feelings I personally have about God. The fact that my understanding of Him differs from those people who find Him a loving and caring God who wants to make His people happy by sending them to heaven via disaster is not my point. I want to understand God as He is, and this poem, I believe, is a step in that direction.
No, I really meant your response to my comment. I was just afraid of it being misplaced, so I tagged it on your last comment on that string. Sorry.
re: The rest.
Jesus Christ. You're a long way from that.
They shall seek peace, and there shall be none.
All his days are sorrows, and his travail grief.
I am full of confusion. Isa. 48 22
Ezek.7 25
Eccl. 2 23
Job 10 15
I bless you with a -10-
By the way, whereâs the 10 you promised?