Wednesday, April 06, 2005

Enough Already

Well, I am pretty much annoyed with what happened on my previous post. So that is not allowed to happen any more, and I will start deleting comments if it starts up. Take it outside people. If someone offends you on my blog, and you really need to say something to them, let me know and I will put you in touch.

And I don't care which side anyone is on; I will defend anyone who is attacked, whether I agree with them or not. I'm not necessarily defending a person's opinion by merely defending the person's right to have it.

That said, here are two poems I wrote long ago that I felt like sharing with y'all right now. The first is an uplifting one about the savior. It's actually the first poem I ever wrote. The second is very different and I hope you can understand why it has the title I've given it. I think they're both apropros right now.

After All We Can Do
(2 Nephi 25:23)

by Elder Smurf

I had been in that hole for a very long time—
In the dark and the damp, in the cold and the slime.
The shaft was above me; I saw it quite clear,
But there’s no way I ever could reach it from here.
I could not remember the world way up there,
So I lost every hope and gave in to despair.

I knew nothing but darkness, the floor, and the wall.
Then from off in the distance I heard someone call:
“Get up! Get ready! There’s nothing the matter!
Take rocks and take sticks and build up a fine ladder!”
This was a thought that had not crossed my mind,
But I started to stack all the stones I could find.

When I ran out of stones, then old sticks were my goal,
For some way or another I’d climb from that hole.
I soon had a ladder that stood very tall,
And I thought, “I’ll soon leave this place once and for all!”
I climbed up my ladder, a difficult chore,
For from lifting those boulders, my shoulders were sore.

I climbed up the ladder, but soon had to stop,
For my ladder stopped short, some ten feet from the top.
I went back down my ladder and felt all around,
But there were no more boulders nor sticks to be found.
I sat down in the darkness and started to cry.
I’d done all I could do and I gave my best try.

But in spite of my work, in this hole I must die.
And all I could do was to sit and think, “Why?”
Was my ladder to short? Was my hole much too deep?
Then from way up on high came a voice: “Do not weep.”
And then faith, hope, and love entered into my chest
As the voice calmly told me that I'd done my best.

He said, “You have worked hard, and your labor’s been rough,
But the ladder you’ve built is at last tall enough.
So do not despair; there is reason to hope,
Just climb up your ladder; I’ll throw down my rope.”
I climbed up my ladder, then climbed up the cord.
When I got to the top of it, there stood the Lord.

I’ve never been happier; my struggle was done.
I blinked in the brightness that came from the Son.
I fell to the ground as His feet I did kiss.
I cried, “Lord, can I ever repay Thee for this?”
He looked all about. There were holes in the ground.
They had people inside, and were seen all around.

There were thousands of holes that were damp, dark and deep.
Then the Lord looked at me, and He said, “feed my sheep,”
And he went on his way to save other lost souls,
So I got right to work, calling down to the holes,
“Get up! Get ready! There is nothing the matter!
Take rocks, and take sticks, and build up a fine ladder!”

It now was my calling to spread the good word,
The most glorious message that man ever heard:
That there’s one who is coming to save one and all,
And we need to be ready when he gives the call.
He’ll pull us all out of the holes that we’re in
And save all our souls from cold death and from sin.

So do not lose faith; there is reason to hope:
Just climb up your ladder; he’ll throw down his rope.

HUMANITY
WE are the ones who storm your frabjous castles
WE are the ones who eat the last piece of your birthday cake while you float in clumsy slumber
WE are the ones who raze your village, rape your women, and sell your children
WE are the ones who grow uglier at the threat of your beauty
WE are the ones who smash your saints and relics just in case they work
WE are the ones who have no qualms about dumping you headlong into the moat you dug for us
The ones who lacerate your tongue and then kiss you with salted lips
The ones who tell everyone about your sacred dreams and the demons that haunt you by night
The ones who poison the tip of the meat thermometer before truculently thrusting it up behind your scapula
The ones who drop logs and boulders on your anointed head, and revel in it
The ones who laugh for you to hear when your perfect pink baby dies
The ones who wade through your excrement finding the filthiest jewels to send back to you in the mail
Who rap your strong knuckles with the nail-protruding end of a dusty board
Who tell you not to think that brightly yet won't let you change
Who leave bloated rat carcasses on your charming marble porch
Who sing songs that crawl into your ears and gnaw blisters onto your exquisite brain
Who pee on the floor when it's your turn for bathroom duty
Who visit you in your old age and strike you down with a misty rusty scythe
That is who we are
Do not hate us

6 comments:

Christmas Smurf said...

Okay, so now everybody's afraid to comment at all. I like your comments, people, I just don't like when people dis each other. Then again, nobody ever comments on my poetry, except for Wiggle.

BamaBeau said...

I really liked the first one a lot. I'm so glad you used the word play on sun and Son. I think that all the time, but have never seen it. There is a line from this version of "Be Still My Soul," where it says, "His burning sun shall melt the ice of fear," but I like to look at it as His buring Son. Kudos for that. As for the second one, it seems to have quite a serious undertones regarding your attitude to what we as people call humanity, but I thought it was funny. It grew from weird to funny. Funny.

VenerableRyo said...

I liked them both. The dark has its place as well. Some of the choice of words were interesting and one must wonder where you would come up with such things... but that's precisely part of the beauty of writing.
I wasn't really scared to comment, but was hoping to avoid causing you further consternation as it appears that my presence can be somewhat inflammatory.
But anyways, keep writing and I will of course, keep reading.

The Wandering Shepherd said...

First I'll comment on the second... for the last shall be first and the first shall be last!

The second poem was very real and gutsy. It has a raw quality to it that ate at me in many ways while I read it. In some points it reminded me of my baseness and what I am guilty of from time to time. In a way it almost made me offended for seeing acts that I do that are repulsive combined in a list of hideous acts that I would never dream of committing. But all in all it hit the message home for me. Good job.

As for the First one, I almost want to put that into my blog! It matches the feelings I have felt through my life quite well. I have had a very similar expereince at a summer camp for my church. Perhaps sometime I will tell it to you. I took this first poem seriously and personally. I was Edified by it!

Props to the author and my good friend, The Elder Smurf (perhaps in his aged wisdom) :)

Mustard said...

Must be my old eyes, but I cannot read the second one....the red print and all. Would you email me a copy? You already know how I feel about the first one...I still use it in lessons, and such.

BamaBeau said...

Can I use the first in a talk on the atonement I have to give on Sunday?