• under the alleluias

    by  • February 12, 2013 • grief, hope, lenten journal, poetry • 9 Comments

    I once heard a comedian
    say the only way to get to
    the good jokes was to push
    past the easy ones: go ahead
    and say all the double entendres,
    the terrible puns, and the sex —
    the obvious stuff — and then . . .
    only then — can you write
    great comedy.

    Perhaps I’m stretching
    the analogy, but couldn’t we
    say the same thing about faith:
    laying aside the alleluias for Lent
    is like writing great comedy
    for praise can quickly turn to
    platitude: God is good all the time
    all the time God is good
    God is good . . .

    Yes, the words are true —
    yet, what if we let them lie
    like dormant roots under dead
    leaves, what if we left them
    alone for these days of darkness
    and let our sorrow, our grief,
    our questions, even our hopes
    have the last word to see
    what lies beyond what seems
    to be most true

    and listened to the birds
    who are not singing, talked
    to those no longer here,
    wait for things that don’t come,
    remember Love runs stronger
    than sunshine, that hope is
    not happiness, and prepare
    ourselves for the belly laugh
    of the resurrection.



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    9 Responses to under the alleluias

    1. February 12, 2013 at 4:41 pm

      I love this poem you have written. Maybe you have published a book of your poems ?
      Its Ash Wednesday here in New Zealand today. Easter is early this year, so Ash Wednesday falls in late summer. Its cool today, 55 F maybe, an early reminder of Autumn.
      May God bless you abundantly as you journey towards Spring.

      • February 12, 2013 at 9:50 pm

        Thanks. I hope I can publish a poetry book at some point.

    2. February 12, 2013 at 7:55 pm

      Yes. Thank you, dear Milton.

    3. February 12, 2013 at 8:21 pm

      I love this. Felt the prick of tears with those last few lines. Such an important message.

    4. pastordt
      February 13, 2013 at 2:04 am

      I cannot even tell you how very much I LOVE THIS POEM. This is Lent in a beautiful, golden garment of words. Yes, I know ‘golden’ and ‘Lent’ should not be coupled. But this? This is truly gold. It will appear in my Ash Wednesday meditation during our service tomorrow. Thank you. A lot.

    5. Cindee Snider Re
      February 13, 2013 at 7:10 am

      Oh…I love it all, but the words, “remember love runs stronger than sunshine” caught me and held me there for a bit. Yes. Because love — real love, God’s love — is just as deep in the shadows, just as real in the pain, just as brilliant in the dark. And oh, when the dawn breaks, the joy bubbles up right from the toes. Awesome words!

    6. February 13, 2013 at 8:10 am

      “the birds/who are not singing.” That struck me particularly this morning. Beautiful poem. Thank you.

    7. hisfirefly
      February 13, 2013 at 8:42 am

      yes, this! and my intention for this Lenten season is to go deeper… “love runs stronger” than all our senseless words — thank you, thank you for this!

    8. Elizabeth
      February 13, 2013 at 10:05 am

      I read some thing here just after Pete died…then I didn’t return for a long time, too long!
      Love you words.
      Love you heart.

      Needed to hear both today. Thanks Milton!

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