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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.”

The sufferings of Christ on the Cross at that singular moment of space-time history were sufficient to pay for all our sins forever.  But they strangely do not end, not yet.  For He suffers continually along with His persecuted people, asking Saul why he was persecuting Him—and He feels acutely also the wounds they inflict upon themselves.  What the ultimate purpose of these additional sufferings is we do not know.  But they certainly serve to highlight the depths of Christ’s identification with His people.

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COMMENTARY, HEB. 6:6

 

Behold it, battered beyond recognition:

It gazes, hardly human, through the thorns.

Weeping tears of shame, yet still it scorns

To call down angels and abort the mission.

Wonder, then, how long in this condition

It can endure to be so bruised and torn,

To bear fresh wounds on those already born

And still remain strung up on exhibition.

 

The world looks on and thinks it comprehends:

“Another Promise failed, a Name besmirched;

So must all false Messiahs make amends.”

You recognize, impaled upon its perch,

The Body of our Savior?  Oh, my friends—

This is the other Body of Christ:  the Church.

 

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CLXXVII

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.”

There are no true paradoxes in Christianity because the God of the Bible is a God who cannot lie.  Therefore, no real contradiction can be so about Him (or anything He made).  But the richness and the depths of Christian truth are shown by the number of seemingly incompatible realities it manages to pull together into a harmony greater than the sum of its parts.

 

CONJUNCTION

At the fulcrum of the Cross

A host of concepts meet:

The Profit hidden in the Loss,

The Victory in Defeat.

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The Acceptance, the Rejection;

The Worship and the Jeers;

The Freedom in Election,

The Ecstasy in Tears.

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The Mercy and the Justice;

The Human, the Divine;

Pilate;  Judas;  Jesus–

The broken Bread, the Wine.

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The Maker of Orion,

The Victim of the Scam;

The Meekness of the Lion,

The glory of the Lamb.

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Remember: for more poetry like this, go to https://lanternhollow.wordpress.com/store/ and order Stars Through the Clouds! Also look for Inklings of Reality and Reflections from Plato’s Cave, Williams’ newest books from Lantern Hollow Press: Evangelical essays in pursuit of Truth, Goodness, and Beauty.  And look for Williams’ very latest book, Deeper Magic: The Theology behind the Writings of C. S. Lewis, from Square Halo Books!

Donald T. Williams, PhD

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CLX

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.”

What might the Centurion in charge of the Crucifixion of Jesus have been thinking?  What got him to say, “Surely this man was the Son of God!”

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“Gordon’s Calvary”

THE CENTURION SPEAKS

Sonnet XLIX

 

No question but it was a dirty job.

The scourging by itself was bad enough;

To drive the spikes, though, really takes a tough

And calloused character.  The women sob,

The victim screams, and even as the mob

Cries out for more, men wince.  The really rough

Part comes when all four soldiers huff and puff

To raise upright the heavy wooden stob,

 

For then the man’s own weight begins to work:

The tendons crack, the flesh begins to tear—

And when he thinks it’s more than he can bear,

They drop him in the socket with a jerk.

And after we did that, he said (It’s true!),

“Forgive them, for they know not what they do.”

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Remember: for more poetry like this, go to https://lanternhollow.wordpress.com/store/ and order Stars Through the Clouds! Also look for Inklings of Reality and Reflections from Plato’s Cave, Williams’ newest books from Lantern Hollow Press: Evangelical essays in pursuit of Truth, Goodness, and Beauty.  And look for Williams’ very latest book, Deeper Magic: The Theology behind the Writings of C. S. Lewis, due out Sept. 30, 2016, from Square Halo Books!

Donald T. Williams, PhD

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Negative Capability

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.”

“Negative Capability” is a phrase Keats used for the ability of a poet to get himself out of the way and be absorbed completely in the  natural scene he is experiencing, and which he will eventually try to describe in his poem.  If you let yourself be absorbed in Scripture in the same way at the same time, the results could be life-changing.

 

NEGATIVE CAPABILITY

 

Go to the ancient forest,

And there you will find your heart

Enthroned in a shrine of darkness

From which it can’t depart.

 

Go to the barren desert

Beneath the blazing sky;

You’ll find your heart is burning

With a flame that will not die.

Desert

Go to the trackless ocean,

And there beneath the waves

You’ll find your heart is drowning

In hollow emerald caves.

 

But go to Mount Golgotha,

Beneath the looming Cross,

And there your heart will fail you,

Born down by grief and loss.

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And if Another’s pain there

Seems strangely like your own

And your heart cries, “Here I should

Have died, and I alone!”

 

Then go to the lonely Garden

Beside the graven Tomb,

And wait there in the silence

To abide your doom.

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It will come as sharp and sudden

As the whistling of a knife:

To know the Tomb is empty

And your heart is full of life.

 

Remember: for more poetry like this, go to https://lanternhollow.wordpress.com/store/ and order Stars Through the Clouds! Also look for Inklings of Reality and Reflections from Plato’s Cave, Williams’ newest books from Lantern Hollow Press: Evangelical essays in pursuit of Truth, Goodness, and Beauty.  And look for Williams’ very latest book, Deeper Magic: The Theology behind the Writings of C. S. Lewis, due out Sept. 1, 2016, from Square Halo Books!

 

Donald T. Williams, PhD

CXXXVI

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.”

A seldom seen form utilized by Gerard Manley Hopkins in “Pied Beauty” is the “curtal sonnet.” It’s a shorter, more compact version of the Italian sonnet, with groups of six and five lines instead of the traditional octave and sextet.  So you have eleven lines of iambic pentameter rhyming ABCABC, then DBCDC, with the last line cut off to only one or two feet.

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One of the effects to which the curtal sonnet lends itself is the powerful concentration of meaning you can get in that last, short line, if you set it up properly.  Let’s see if I did it here.

 

“SURELY, THIS MAN WAS . . .”

THE CENTURION SPEAKS

Curtal Sonnet # 4

 

Things are not always what they seem:  We drove

The spikes through wrist and ankle bones to bind

The criminals upon the cross.  We spliced

Their flesh to wood with iron; thus we strove

To make secure what fates the gods had twined—

And generally that view of things sufficed.

 

But that last Jew clean put me at a loss

To tell what held up what.  Have I gone blind?

No!  I would swear that, when he paid the price,

I saw the world suspended by the cross

From Christ.

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Remember: for more poetry like this, go to https://lanternhollow.wordpress.com/store/ and order Stars Through the Clouds! Also look for Inklings of Reality and Reflections from Plato’s Cave, Williams’ newest books from Lantern Hollow Press: Evangelical essays in pursuit of Truth, Goodness, and Beauty.