insufficient
Jul 21st, 2009 by Nathanael
The written word cannot convey,
or art or song or dance array
your beauty and splendor.
And so I surrender
to the fact
that
I
must,
from dust,
ascribe to you
the praise you’re due.
We write of you who cannot be written.
We sing of you who cannot be sung.
We paint of you who cannot be painted
We dance to you who created dance.
The poet’s pen will surely fail,
the painter paints to no avail.
All impressions are a fraud
of you, oh infinite God,
whose presence
and essence
will
consume
and exhume
these dead forms
that grace transforms.
So we write of you who cannot be written.
We sing of you who cannot be sung.
We paint of you who cannot be painted
We dance to you who created dance.
Our artistic attempts to express
cannot capture your caress,
yet though we fall short,
we do not abort
these efforts
to convert
our
emotions
and commotions
into valid expressions
of our sacred profession.
So we write of you who cannot be written.
We sing of you who cannot be sung.
We paint of you who cannot be painted
We dance to you who created dance.
May all the love bestowed from Jesus’ Throne be now and forever yours! (amen is yours to say not mine)
Nathanael is the brother I loved before I met
He gave me shelter when I was weary
He gave me a friend when their was fear
May what ever Jesus grants me be given to him
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Paul, my brother, thank you for the blessing and the encouraging words.
It’s amazing to me how the Lord is able to use us to bless others.
May our Lord wrap you in His embrace today
and take your very breath away.
Shalom
-love!- What a way with words
Thanks, sister.
I actually read this during my sermon last week and a friend of mine danced to it.
It was pretty crazy.
I love your poetry big brother, and this is definitely a favorite! What a gift God has given you. love you!
Thanks. It was great seeing you on Easter. Study like the wind!
Love you too.