It was the splinters
that bothered me the most.
How beautiful it is
when brothers dwell together
In unity
Undone
All my work
To bring together
Can no one else
Lay it down?
Blessed are the peacemakers
Beam on my back
The beam in the eye
The speck in the eye
The splinter
A contest entry
- Study in Black and White VII~the forgotten cross by JinSays.
800 points, ended November 15, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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This reminds me quite a lot of Sylvia Plath, though I can't place well. Perhaps it's the ambiguity of the words (I don't mean ambiguity, I mean two-sidedness, if that makes any sense!) I like the images in this and the thoughts I have following it.
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We feel the weight ...
of His Cross when we ignore the beam in own eye; when we however forgive the splinter in the eye of our brother, the weight on our shoulders are lifted, too; but not only from our backs, but also from his.
Love to you, Benjamin.
Myra
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you didnt preach. you told the story without getting on a podium and blasting me for being a damned sinner.
Thank you.
This is gorgeous.
Those ending words. . . perfect.
Yes the splinter.
best wishes to you in this contest,
Jin
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wow! wonderful write. so much said in so few words. i love the opening phrase:
"It was the splinters
that bothered me the most." - enjoyed. good luck in the contest. - NANGALEEMA
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What turned the world upside down in the upstart belief that Jesus was God's son who rose from the dead, was the Love that his people showed one another. The choice to believe was not light; you put your life at risk. But those that knew him, devasted by his death, were so transformed, convinced by his victory over death, and the plan revealed to them in the old testament of his purpose, that they gladly embraced his purpose and simple message of redemption for the world. They paid for it with their lives in violent deaths, that they could have avoided by recanting. None did. The Roman empire could not squelch the spread of purpose and meaning to meaningless, short, violent lives and eventually embraced the belief. Institutionalised, sanitized, subsidized, diluted, the compelling story and relationship to God is still there, but splintered by pettiness. You don't argue whether an infant babptism will save a childs soul, when people are trying to kill you for your beliefs.
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i would respond by acknowledging the truth of what you said...but i am afraid such acknowledgement might encourage you to continue. Ha Ha Ha! i'm just kidding...well...no, actually i am serious.
heh heh ...nah i'm kidding.
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