Note
about these poems come from my frustration with studying to pass my West B. I
will, hopefully next month, but right now it seems impossible. The other poem
came from an interesting conversation about the phrase “fallen from grace” that
I had with a friend recently.
Mushy
Math Mad Dash
A
math test
Doesn’t
bring out my best
It
makes me question my absolute value
And
what I know about me that is true
I
shudder and stutter through
Equations
that make my mind like glue
Stuck
on one thing
A
number zoo
The
connections don’t zing
Listening
for the ping
My
stomach hurts
As
my little quirks
Become
huge under this microscope
I
can’t cope
I
choke
My
self-esteem up in smoke
Passing
it feels remote
As
I grasp at tomorrow’s hope
Terms
of Grace
Fallen
from grace
A
friend argued
Can’t
be
In
his theology
The
phrase is wrong
As
grace is a thing not place
Something
to fall from
Has
to be a where to him
Not
a what
This
is his bug-a-boo
Or
what he takes issue
That
people say this phrase
As
if they know where they fell from
He
face palms and tells me it isn’t right
To
be cast in the night without
To
be in doubt
To
fall from a location
Sounds
wrong
But
isn’t by God’s throne
Where
Jesus is home?
Is
part of the what and where
We
fall from?
There
is no pun,
I
intend to explain
That
we remain
With
Jesus when he pleads for us
He
blankets our mess and fuss
Of
the sin we are in
Perhaps
to fall is more of a slide?
A
slippery slope we decide
To
sneak away
From
all he paid
For
us to live and abide
We
hide instead
In
our beds
Covering
our heads
Saying,
”Go away God!”
It
is a plot
Where
you make me
Miserable
every day
So
just “go away!”
When
God stays
That
is grace
As
I understand it
Though
we don’t deserve it
It
is there
So
we can’t really swear
And
say we fall away
If
there isn’t a day it isn’t there
Grace
covers our sin
It
lets us into the throne room
And
makes us a home to visit or stay
But
it never goes away
Tomorrow
or today
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