Sermons put to poetry.

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One of my partners in ministry is a man named Ryan Ward Young. He, and his wife Cyndi, pastor one of our house churches in Seffner Florida, about 15 minutes southeast of me. Every week he turns my sermons into poetry and posts them on his site. I’ve put a link to his blog on the right column. It is amazing to watch how the minds of different people work. Here’s one of my fav’s:

Blind Vita
I saw the wind today
it grasped the clouds
it swayed the trees
it spun the windmill
it heightened the ocean’s waves.
I heard the sunrise today
it orchestrated a concerto
it spoke of hope
it silenced the dark
it roared on the horizon.
I breathed the darkness today
it reeked of despair
it rotted of decay
it spoiled of demise
it choked of defeat.
I tasted the freedom today
it sweetened of redemption
it refreshes of liberation
it quenches of simplication
it appetized of divination.
I felt the love today
it clutched of selflessness
it embraced of righteousness
it garnered of cleanliness
it murdered my worthlessness.

And then there’s this one:

Currency for a Wealth of Spoil
$ocial butterflys with no wings
$peaking serpents with no tongue
$olar system with no stars
$hopping with no cash
$inking with no ship
$truggle with no fight
Save me.
$catterbrains with no mind
$ummer time with no sun
$oldier man with no shield
$mashing with no break
$teering with no wheel
$tanding with no legs
Save me.
$peaking with no spine
Save me.
$aving with no soul
Save me.
$ufficating with no breath
Save me.
$uffering with no hope.
Save me.
$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ Hosanna.

Take a look at his stuff. It’s quite amazing… especially the shape poems.

Amber Green is also turning one of Ryans poems into a painting, which I, in turn, will try and turn into a song (to complete the circle). I’ll try and get a shot of the painting and post it here.

I would ultimately like to put our heads together and publish an illustrated book at the end of our study of Matthew with poetry, essays, and paintings done by our people, and also an audio CD inside it.
It’s all just pipe dreams… but who knows, maybe we can make it happen.

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