...A Poem by Ookpikhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9fN7udMAMog&ab_channel=SilverMtZion-Topic. . . I . Put the
sunflower seeds in your pockets So at
least when you all lay down here . Flowers
will grow. . . I know my fair
share of slurs, harsh Sailor-Jerry
language But as far
as curse words go, Those, . Those really
have no equal. . . II . One of the
keys, in understanding our theology, In recognizing
the nature of human beings Relative to
that From which,
presumably, they'd been created … . Is that,
despite all of God’s omnipotence - His future,
his past and his present, His all seeing,
all knowing, His ineffable
goodness - . Is that it
was better to create people That were
fallible, with free will, Than it was
to re-create Perfect
likenesses . At all. . . You see, so
many of us walk through this life Believing that
we are entitled enough, to live it Without having
to suffer - we perceive suffering To be an
ailment, a symptom of something That isn’t
supposed to be there, something Outside,
something besides the purpose of our lives. . . The magic of
the creation stories, Milton’s rendition, Especially,
is that suffering becomes part of the design - Not only is
it inescapable, but it’s an inherent quality Of that which
affirms our very humanities: . Free will,
and fallibility … Suffering and
inevitability, . Sorrow … . Shadow … . But
sometimes, And this is
where the magic lies, Shafts
of light still grace the corners of our rooms And that deep,
hidden part of us . Espouses, with those kernels of the truth. . . . © 2022 Ookpik |
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