Wordsworth wrote an endless poem in blank verse on” the growth of a poet’s mind.” I shall attempt a more modest feat for a more distracted age: a blog, “Things which a Lifetime of Trying to Be a Poet has Taught Me.”
Scripture is full of drama just waiting to be drawn out. And while the sonnet form has mainly been used for love poetry or the expression of emotion, it has its own dramatic possibilities. One of my favorite things to do is draw those two facts together.
Don’t get me wrong. I saw the Romans kill
The blighter, and they did a thorough job.
But stones that size just do not roll uphill
Unhelped, and if his people came to rob
The tomb, I’ll eat my hat. O. K., I’ll take
The money and pretend that’s what they did.
But I’ve just got a feeling it won’t make
The truth—what ever it may be—stay hid.
The whole thing simply makes no sense. If he
Were really the Messiah, tell my why
The Romans rule and Israel is not free,
Or why, for goodness’ sake, God let him die?
Yet—when the stone rolled, just before we fled,
I’d swear I saw him walk out from the dead!
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Donald T. Williams, PhD