sea of spoons

I haven't posted in a while. Sorry to all you true fans out there. But tonight I'm jittery and have wanted to post this for awhile, and even though I have to work all day tomorrow, I am writing this. . . .

I was at a prayer meeting called "Harp & Bowl" a couple weeks ago. (the title comes from a passage in Revelation in which all these elders are around the throne of God holding Harps and Bowls: where the Harp represents our worship songs to God and the Bowl is the incense of our prayers to him). Anyway, I've been thinking about our prayers and songs to God and the old Psalmists prayers to Him and how they use such strange imagery sometimes. Sometimes I wonder if the imagery was off the wall even for them, and isn't just a cultural disconnect for us. So I wrote a love song/poem to God in that moment there, and here's what I came up with. Don't laugh. (Or do, I would).

i would follow you into a sea of spoons,

which i imagine would be pretty hard to swim in.

your love makes my lungs shake-and gives them strength.

i think i'd probably endure bludgeonings from critters

i'd eat wart fritters.

for you, i'd work real hard on an art project

that would turn out shoddy and

eventually break.

But you'd like it and keep it in a

box somewhere.

somewhere safe. somewhere holy.

i would try to fly with you nearby

and leap from the hood of my car

only to skin my knee,

but it'd be worth it

to see your smile.

i'd like to introduce to you my mom.

after spending the night awkwardly in separate rooms.

she'd admire you over morning coffee

while i sleep in.

i'd share my favorite pencil with you

and the depths of my heart.

i think that my love for you

could drive me to learn the violin

or some really difficult Eastern European language,

and it'd all be worth it

to see you smile.