The kids in my youth group and I are putting together an arts-spectacled worship service for our church at the end of the month. Two short weeks away. We're trying to put a different twist on love, starting with God's love for us, moving into our love for God and then centering on our love for our neighbors, the second commandment of Jesus. We are going to pinnacle with a slightly updated, slightly sensual (like with the senses, not sex-tinglies) "Good Samaritan" dramatization.
I'm really proud of it, so far.
But I don't want to speak too much of it too soon. The group still has a lot of work to do to prepare.
One thing that one of the core kids challenged me on is writing a poem for the first movement. I did a somewhat job in two sit-downs. Personally, I kind of like it, for personal reasons. I don't know if it'll translate into the larger church structure on a day directed by the youth, when one of them (with very little, if any, spoken-word experience) gets up to read this heavily alliterated, heavily natural and maybe heavy handed poem largely influenced by Gerard Manley Hopkins. Oh, well, it's worth a shot. Tell me what you think:
Sand Castles & Snow Forts
I see spring surprising again
Timing its chimes with the rise & convergence
of flight patterns of
Robins serenading each other
slipping in speech like lovely ladies
lapsing in the lowing sun
I think I've a God who grants
grace - who plays in the
wind in my face
who loves me,
loves me so
i can't BELIEVE the way he loves me so
He made the universe and all its elements
colored the lines with splendidness
how can I resist his love in stubborn form
like cold shoulders, sand castles
& snow forts