Is the earth rock solid?
There is fluid flame
In deep places below.
The rock is so good
It does not move
The world stands fast
Until rock breaks
The fire is so good
It only moves
The World expands
And shatters the rock
But lo the mystery:
Fire takes good stone
And forges it anew
As one solid piece
And from that solid piece
New life grows
And foundations are laid
For the time it is given
What is stone does not last
Unless fire melt it
What is fire cannot settle
What ignites if fire touches it
God is good: true and living
His word settles the future.
His word is ever breathing
Right now in your hearing.
The following I wrote in response to Katie G.’s request on tips to write a song. I followed these principles and it came out like this.
Start with the feeling, impression, idea, echo of the soul.
Silently be still in that feeling and let the words to start bubble up to the surface.
Gently lay them out and follow where they lead like strands of a spiderweb.
Don’t leave that place or alter the physical state as much as can be helped.
Enjoy the words that come to you, and disregard the words you don’t enjoy.
Ride the glacial wave of creativity until it sets you down.
Proofread it based on the whole of what you have now created.
If you come to a block, wait and see if you can still go forward.
Walk the bridge of patience between the chasm of frustration and whimsy.
Thank God for what He gave you when you’re done.
King David wrote how Yahweh is his shepherd. As I was studying the 23 Psalm, I recognized that David’s biblical understanding of who God is so tightly woven with his own personal experience as a shepherd that it bleeds into one another and makes something profound, poetic, personal, and powerful. This is my own “23’rd Psalm” of sorts. I didn’t find an English word for this, so I made up the word, “Wonderer”
Yahweh breathed a mist:
A seed of whispy thought heart-warmed.
The cavern of my inward parts surged with passion
While in still, dark quiet a song was born.
A phrase, a seed, a dewdrop falling—
Echoed against itself in this secret place
Ever expanding to fill the structured space
Of the created temple of God’s goodness
Blossoming in Glory of Christ
My Beloved has come nearer
Your grace has illumined Your image-bearer
Who rules and overflows his life with creativity
Which resembles Yours in a humble fashion
For all my little heart–the spark–is Yours.
O come, my One, remake the landscape
Make this heart burn hot to see Your kind face
For just as all light comes from Your own heart
Abba, Your spirit searches out my very soul.
A peaceful mountain green with trees,
Adorned with snow, and swept with breeze
Ashen smoke spreads far and wide,
And orange fire glows inside
Roaring with release.
Passion flows like molten rock
Pouring out as others mock:
“His bursting interrupts.”
When cooled, the land is vast reshaped,
With air enriched by life escaped;
Creation is at peace.