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This blog started as a 'Lenten Writing Project', where we wrote each day in Lent. Now that Summer is here, let's keep up the discipline of writing with a weekly writing challenge! A prompt will be posted each week and anyone is welcome to join in and post their writing here or participate just by reading it.
Every writer has their own special light to add to this blog and all of your writing offerings are appreciated, whether poetry, prose, essay, thoughts, lists or comments and encouragement.
Sunday, June 17, 2012
Summer Weekly Writing Challenge!
Describe what kind of [either] superpower or spiritual gift you have or would like to have. Can you be a superhero with a spiritual gift instead of a superpower? What would that be like?
Choosing one super power is difficult because one can only fix a small segment of the broken circle. I’d like to have a super power of persuasion so I could convince everyone to care about and take care of each other in love, as in the love that exudes from God. But that means I have to know exactly what that means in all situations, or I would be just joining the problems—claiming that I alone have all the perfect answers. I can see why Solomon asked for Wisdom. He had the best of intentions, being a wise king so he could spread it around and show the rest of the world how to live in a way pleasing to God. However, even as King, he could not persuade everyone to embrace the wisdom he had to give, including himself and his household. (Yes, we do understand that.) Gifts of the Spirit, I pray often to recognize and use, not bury. And I seek the wisdom to know how, when and where. I’m glad it doesn’t all depend on me, for by myself, I only repair a few centimeters of brokenness. Just as super powers don’t stand alone, we need our unique gifts to commingle. As members of one body in Christ, through Grace, we are superpowered
Here is my imagining on spiritual gifts/superpowers...and I warn you - it's a weird one : )
Cry-Baby
When the bagpipes played, “Amazing grace” She sat in the back pew Trembles and tears Wringing wadded up Kleenex into grey blobs for no reason she could understand She hears of a friend’s cancer prognosis tears shoot out with such a force that she passes through that person for a moment and can reach out and feel the cancer inside Every stranger with that certain frown Every animal splayed out on the side of the road Every person that is alone within themselves Her empathy bows out into an energy field electrified by tears Stretched and groaning to absorb all that it can Sometimes she walks with a hunch Sits like a gargoyle carries the weight of grief and strife In the world On the news From friends From family She sees a discarded stuffed animal by the side of the freeway And weeps.
Intuition hides. Seen and felt only known within our mind. Being a mother makes us very intuitive. It's almost like we have a wire that goes from our heads to our children's heads. Mothers are instinctual as well. We watch every little face our child makes, we look for signs. We get so good at this it's like we can read their minds. We constantly watch as our children grow. What makes them tick? Their joy is ours, their frowns are ours to heal. We get so good at it by the time our children our grown they start doing it too. They start watching our joys and frowns, making us wired to each other for life. What a blessing! One of the greatest gifts from God.
If only… if only I could change the world, so everything was right…
ReplyDeleteIf only… if only I could make the world perfect, the way God intended…
If only… if only I could preach the Sermon on the Mount and everybody would follow it!
If only… if only I could teach the Greatest Commandment and make everyone obey it!
If only… if only everybody would love everyone…
If only… if only no one would do anything to hurt anyone…
If only… if only everyone would have enough of whatever they need…
If only… if only we lived in perfect relationship with God and with each other.
Yes, if only… if only I could, I would change things;
And make everyone understand perfectly,
live perfectly, and love perfectly.
If only... if only… but I cannot even do it myself.
I really like the structure of this poem. Great work!
DeleteUP, OUT AND AWAY!
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Choosing one super power is difficult because one can only fix a small segment of the broken circle.
I’d like to have a super power of persuasion so I could convince everyone to care about and take care of each other in love, as in the love that exudes from God. But that means I have to know exactly what that means in all situations, or I would be just joining the problems—claiming that I alone have all the perfect answers.
I can see why Solomon asked for Wisdom. He had the best of intentions, being a wise king so he could spread it around and show the rest of the world how to live in a way pleasing to God. However, even as King, he could not persuade everyone to embrace the wisdom he had to give, including himself and his household. (Yes, we do understand that.)
Gifts of the Spirit, I pray often to recognize and use, not bury. And I seek the wisdom to know how, when and where. I’m glad it doesn’t all depend on me, for by myself, I only repair a few centimeters of brokenness. Just as super powers don’t stand alone, we need our unique gifts to commingle. As members of one body in Christ, through Grace, we are superpowered
I love, too, that there are many different kinds of 'wisdoms', and I know for a fact that you have many! Great to see your work here!
DeleteHere is my imagining on spiritual gifts/superpowers...and I warn you - it's a weird one : )
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When the bagpipes played, “Amazing grace”
She sat in the back pew
Trembles and tears
Wringing wadded up Kleenex into grey blobs
for no reason she could understand
She hears of a friend’s cancer prognosis
tears shoot out with such a force
that she passes through that person
for a moment
and can reach out and feel the cancer inside
Every stranger with that certain frown
Every animal splayed out on the side of the road
Every person that is alone within themselves
Her empathy bows out into an energy field electrified by tears
Stretched and groaning to absorb all that it can
Sometimes she walks with a hunch
Sits like a gargoyle
carries the weight of grief and strife
In the world
On the news
From friends
From family
She sees a discarded stuffed animal by the side of the freeway
And weeps.
Intuition hides. Seen and felt only known within our mind. Being a mother makes us very intuitive. It's almost like we have a wire that goes from our heads to our children's heads. Mothers are instinctual as well. We watch every little face our child makes, we look for signs. We get so good at this it's like we can read their minds. We constantly watch as our children grow. What makes them tick? Their joy is ours, their frowns are ours to heal. We get so good at it by the time our children our grown they start doing it too. They start watching our joys and frowns, making us wired to each other for life. What a blessing! One of the greatest gifts from God.
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