I am the rotten tooth, Lord;
filled with rotten roots.
Scrape them out.
Clean me out.
I am the empty tooth, Lord;
filled with nothing.
Easily filled rotten, again.
Fill me with cement;
Your Holy cement.
I am Your beloved tooth.
I am the pumpkin, Lord;
filled with seeds and mush.
Scrape them out.
Clean me out.
I am the empty pumpkin, Lord;
filled with loneliness.
Cold and dark inside.
Fill me with light;
Your Holy light.
I am Your beloved pumpkin.
I am the wounded, Lord;
filled with hatred and doubt.
Scrape them out.
Clean me out.
I am the empty, Lord;
filled with nil.
Lost and broken.
Fill me with life;
Your Holy Life.
I am Your beloved.
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Written April 2nd, 2006
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I hadn't really thought of it in that sense. I was thinking more like the dentist puts cement in your tooth for the filling.
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c'est bon
Hey Kayla, Havnt written you in a while. I kinda like this one, it has body as it should. I relate, to want nothing to do with our sinful selves, only Christ cleaning and taknig over. Good analogy of filling the tooth with cement, was it meant to parallel the solid Rock of Christ? of course you couldnt put a rock in your tooth.
bye kayla.
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I liked this poem. Great job! Keep up the good work.
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hey Kayla,
I thought this was a really cool poem idea... I like the pattern and the progression of thought. I especially like the point you made in the first stanza that getting rid of the rotten parts inside us isn't enough... we need to be filled with God so that the rotten doesn't come back... very insightful.
overall, great poem!
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