Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Preaching Poetry

There isn't much
that makes me think that writing
in free form
short
sentences
deep indents
staggered
lines
of
thought
will actually make my sermons any better.
Because when it comes right
down
to
it
I'm not slamming
(not that I was ever good at that when I tried)
in the pulpit
any more than I was when
I fancied
myself a poet far
far
from any
pulpit.

Last week
I sketched
my sermon
in some sort
of weirdfreeform
that I hoped would
break it (you know, the Word)
free
if only for me.

And I smiled when I thought about standing
before these nice, church folks,
spitting out words
in a rhythm
of stops
and starts
starts and
stops, then walking away to sing
the hymn of the day.

Then I swiveled
my chair to face the computer
and I typed long sentences
that flowed together and broke only when the margin butted in and made them jump to the next line as if scared that God's grace really couldn't flow like the Gospel promised.

6 comments:

DogBlogger said...

Wow.

Thanks.

more cows than people said...

sweet. thanks.

Katherine said...

I love this! Thank you!

LadyBurg said...

I'd like to hear it in little starts and stops.

Beautiful.

Mrs. M said...

I feel that. Thanks.

Jennifer/The Word Cellar said...

i really like this. the ending is great. (and i would love to find a church with a poet-preacher!)