small talk
i agree
there is no room
for small talk
as a cover or mask or distraction or enterainment or fun or an end in itself
life is too small
too short
too deep
for small talk to cover the chasm that swallowstoo deep
us
up
up
but
as a sacrifice
an offering
a first attempt
a reaching out
it may
by the grace of God
become the thread that pulls the string that pulls the rope that pulls the cord
across the gap
a cross
to bridge the gap
that divides
one
from
another
from
One
One
...not an end, but perhaps a small beginning...
(Thank you, Aaron.)
Labels: poem

9 Comments:
aah...
You're being all "English Teacher" ish... :P
Nice to see you posting again. :)
No, actually, not English-teacher-ish... More like angst-ridden-affluent-20th-Century-Westerner-ish.
As you know, I'm not a great fan of free verse, but occasionally - and particularly as a personal, subjective reflection - free verse does seem appropriate. Just not (usually) great poetry.
:)
I missed your phone call, so Merry Christmas! :)
I like the poem.
But then again, I like free-verse (but it must have metre of a sort).
I love it. It is a reminder when the world feels dark and wrapped up in "Christmas paper" that these small threads turely can be taken by God to make a rope.
Glad to hear you liked it, Aaron, especially since it was inspired by your photo-essay!
the form of the poem is quite effective, with the spacing, font changes, etc.
Reminds me of a great essay by Eugene Peterson called "The Ministry of Small Talk," or maybe it was a chapter in one of his books...
I like "an offering, a first attempt, a reaching out"
Thanks for this, Father Justin.
Oh I miss poetry. I also miss you. Hope your well. Thanks for the poem.
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