Sent out to all my Friends and Family June 28th, 2018
I wrote this Poem for my nieces birthday two years ago, but for some reason I wasn’t able to finish it. The last stanza came to me as I reread it. The occasion of sharing it has never failed to amuse me. I usually end up in laughter as I anticipate the end of the poem, which can make it hard to recite.
Ecclesiastes 3:1 To all there is an appointed time, even a time for every purpose under the heavens.
A second request for more poetry that night, . . . . Hana Hou
Ship of Foolishness / Poem
In America today, we have created a culture
where every man can be a Kingdom unto himself.
We drive fast and gleaming chariots, filling our ears with dirt, sounds amuck proclaiming a kingdom of self as if we were free. We even shout it aloud in the streets. The grit of our self proclaimed freedom betrays a surrender underneath this thin veneer of pompous music and idolatrous pop culture. Like a circus facade of brightly painted walls with fake doors and windows, it beckons us.
We march on through this candy colored river pretending to be important, doing our port to bow and pay tribute, as if it were our solemn duty to some invisible emperor. For What? Surely this boat’s name that we sail on is ‘status quo’. As we think to ourselves in this magnificent manner, we pretend that ‘we shall sail smoothly’ even though we don’t know our destination in this illusion of calm waters. A faint voice in the distance cries out, “Wake Up!”
Dare we look to our companions to the left or to the right of us ‘eye to eye’ for fear of them seeing our shame? How truly blind and naked, our true state they would see us in, and we would see them the same . . . and together realize we are all slaves on this ship of foolishness.
Some unseen master or captain of this ghost ship, has long abandoned, long ago been conquered and removed but still pretends to captain the ship. In our slumber we know not that the ship was decommissioned and redeemed for another Kingdom, the Kingdom of light and glory. “Wake Up!”
We forgot that we are no longer slaves to these chains of comfort. I look down at them, I see that they are not there. “Wake Up!”
One dares to stand, is it I?The word of freedom is on parched lips. All at once, I groan and shout. The patter of rain approaches, unseen at first then all at once it comes on me as a waterfall. My cry is muffled by the torrent of a water, a marvelous waterfall even filling the boat to sinking.
Though I am standing with this awesome flood upon my head and upon my soul, wrapped in his love I care not. I am safe and lost beyond comfort in the presence of the one who has died for me. Although this happens at once, my memory tells me He has rescued me many times.
In the new calmness, I know not where my companions are. The moonlight beams through the cascading water drops. I am washed from all my wounds. All my dirt and all my stains are gone. I am unashamed reflecting His love that He is shining on me from the Father of Lights!