Coffee Bliss
-A Week in Preperation-
This week I went to an activity at the local United Campus Ministries called "Coffee House Night." All week I had been thinking about it, wondering if I should make some kind of poetic exerpt to perform that night; but alas, I couldn't find the right words, so I didn't try so hard. The poem that you saw earlier this week was actually an extened version of the 'Flower Child' poem that I was going to do.
I had said in one of the original blog entries that I would be doing goth stuff, flowery stuff, and what ever other style came to my head, thus the double reason for writing the exerpt. Like I've more recently mentioned though, I decided that I wouldn't try so hard since the poem seemed more suited to show to a friend. I felt that there was someting more that I could do; I knew that if I did that poem, I would never be able to forgive myself, because I would be corupting something good by trying to show it off as part of my imagined, glorified, overated talent. I decided to post "Dark to Light, Goth to Flowerchild" early.
-Minutes Before-
Since I had already posted the poem that I was going to do for the Coffee House event, I decided that I would come up with a Haiku. A Haiku, for those that don't know, is a highly restrictive form of writing; Restrictive, because the Chinese that came up with it were trying to force people to make their thoughts short and to the point. Often, thoughts can be a pain trying to convey, so that's where you get really long poems from. Haikus stop the incesent jabber and essentially "cut the fat."
Here's how it works: You get 3 lines to work with. The first line must have five syllables, the second line must have 7 syllables, and the last line must revert to the 5 syllable form. I'll give you an example in a few moments... just read on.
-I'll Take My Kick in the Rear to Go Please-
So I finally had my set of Haikus that I was going to do. I got up and started. I was my usual nervous self and completely failed at presenting it the right way, but it was liked none the less. Some others got up and did their performances; everyone there totally put me to shame, but I figured that I would be the one to break up the good shows to make room for the little guys like me. I had it all planned out, despite the fact that I had been trying not to be so superficial the few moments before. Sidenote: It's a source of constant anguish for me. I can't get off this roller-coaster.
But then a guy I shall term "The Great Matlock," a most respectable individual in my book, comes in the door. He was late, but none the less when he walked in, I just knew that I was about to recieve my daily kick in the rear by God; and I just can't go without my daily kicking of the rear end*being fesicious*. *sobers*...No. Seriously. I can't. I love God's lessons and He loves me too much not to give them to me. So "The Great Matlock" gets up and sings a beautiful song that just shakes me to my core. I remembered that my whole goal for the event was to do something secular and lead into worship poems to God, it was all supposed to be about God. I remembered that my love of God is an essential part of me that can not be taken away and must be shared because it's as much a part of me as my own life is a part of me... it's like breathing. No, even more.
Again, I revamped my whole thoughts. I had briefly given thought to sharing my poem about my Origins earlier in the week, but decided to see what came along instead. I got up and left to retrieve it.
I went back to that poem and shared it. It was still beautiful. I love it.
-Worship Bliss-
I know that God was with us when we began the event, but I think God is especially present with a couple people; because now that I look at it, the second that Doug came into the room, there was a power that came with him and directed the rest of the night. It's been four and a half hours since, and the music hasn't stopped. That's a good thing for anyone keeping record. Right now they're singing "He is Exhaulted." I love that song.
Honestly, I've been disatisfied with Wednesday worship for the reason that I love worship in song, and I haven't gotten enough of it lately. Today I am satisfied to the fullest! I can go for hours of praise, prayer, and lessons so this event has been very refreshing for me! It takes me back to memories of retreats with church youth groups too. "Beautiful One I love! Beautiful One I adore! Beautiful One! My soul must sing!"
I'm going to go now and continue in praise with the others.... yes we're still going strong and it's 1:08 in the morning(we started at 8pm the other day). Now you know what I like.
Oh.. oops. Here's the things I did for tonight.
-Night Cityscape Escape-(haiku)
I sit on a hill
The city lights gleem below
Lights like nigts' pebbles
-Event Coffee-
I astrange myself
Smoke and brew culminate the air
words can't find my lips
-The ABC Game-
Atop bolts centering down every flank
Gurted hastily I jam kurds lamenting
Mentioning nonsence of post quasi rapture
Silly tantrums under violent whiteness
Xilaphones yelp "zappa."
Fin
Got to go. God Bless you all this day! May you have an expirience of bliss like mine! May you have an encounter with God that is so astounding you don't forget it for weeks! Jah Bless!
Signing off,
~BJbear~
This week I went to an activity at the local United Campus Ministries called "Coffee House Night." All week I had been thinking about it, wondering if I should make some kind of poetic exerpt to perform that night; but alas, I couldn't find the right words, so I didn't try so hard. The poem that you saw earlier this week was actually an extened version of the 'Flower Child' poem that I was going to do.
I had said in one of the original blog entries that I would be doing goth stuff, flowery stuff, and what ever other style came to my head, thus the double reason for writing the exerpt. Like I've more recently mentioned though, I decided that I wouldn't try so hard since the poem seemed more suited to show to a friend. I felt that there was someting more that I could do; I knew that if I did that poem, I would never be able to forgive myself, because I would be corupting something good by trying to show it off as part of my imagined, glorified, overated talent. I decided to post "Dark to Light, Goth to Flowerchild" early.
-Minutes Before-
Since I had already posted the poem that I was going to do for the Coffee House event, I decided that I would come up with a Haiku. A Haiku, for those that don't know, is a highly restrictive form of writing; Restrictive, because the Chinese that came up with it were trying to force people to make their thoughts short and to the point. Often, thoughts can be a pain trying to convey, so that's where you get really long poems from. Haikus stop the incesent jabber and essentially "cut the fat."
Here's how it works: You get 3 lines to work with. The first line must have five syllables, the second line must have 7 syllables, and the last line must revert to the 5 syllable form. I'll give you an example in a few moments... just read on.
-I'll Take My Kick in the Rear to Go Please-
So I finally had my set of Haikus that I was going to do. I got up and started. I was my usual nervous self and completely failed at presenting it the right way, but it was liked none the less. Some others got up and did their performances; everyone there totally put me to shame, but I figured that I would be the one to break up the good shows to make room for the little guys like me. I had it all planned out, despite the fact that I had been trying not to be so superficial the few moments before. Sidenote: It's a source of constant anguish for me. I can't get off this roller-coaster.
But then a guy I shall term "The Great Matlock," a most respectable individual in my book, comes in the door. He was late, but none the less when he walked in, I just knew that I was about to recieve my daily kick in the rear by God; and I just can't go without my daily kicking of the rear end*being fesicious*. *sobers*...No. Seriously. I can't. I love God's lessons and He loves me too much not to give them to me. So "The Great Matlock" gets up and sings a beautiful song that just shakes me to my core. I remembered that my whole goal for the event was to do something secular and lead into worship poems to God, it was all supposed to be about God. I remembered that my love of God is an essential part of me that can not be taken away and must be shared because it's as much a part of me as my own life is a part of me... it's like breathing. No, even more.
Again, I revamped my whole thoughts. I had briefly given thought to sharing my poem about my Origins earlier in the week, but decided to see what came along instead. I got up and left to retrieve it.
I went back to that poem and shared it. It was still beautiful. I love it.
-Worship Bliss-
I know that God was with us when we began the event, but I think God is especially present with a couple people; because now that I look at it, the second that Doug came into the room, there was a power that came with him and directed the rest of the night. It's been four and a half hours since, and the music hasn't stopped. That's a good thing for anyone keeping record. Right now they're singing "He is Exhaulted." I love that song.
Honestly, I've been disatisfied with Wednesday worship for the reason that I love worship in song, and I haven't gotten enough of it lately. Today I am satisfied to the fullest! I can go for hours of praise, prayer, and lessons so this event has been very refreshing for me! It takes me back to memories of retreats with church youth groups too. "Beautiful One I love! Beautiful One I adore! Beautiful One! My soul must sing!"
I'm going to go now and continue in praise with the others.... yes we're still going strong and it's 1:08 in the morning(we started at 8pm the other day). Now you know what I like.
Oh.. oops. Here's the things I did for tonight.
-Night Cityscape Escape-(haiku)
I sit on a hill
The city lights gleem below
Lights like nigts' pebbles
-Event Coffee-
I astrange myself
Smoke and brew culminate the air
words can't find my lips
-The ABC Game-
Atop bolts centering down every flank
Gurted hastily I jam kurds lamenting
Mentioning nonsence of post quasi rapture
Silly tantrums under violent whiteness
Xilaphones yelp "zappa."
Fin
Got to go. God Bless you all this day! May you have an expirience of bliss like mine! May you have an encounter with God that is so astounding you don't forget it for weeks! Jah Bless!
Signing off,
~BJbear~
posted by BJbear at 11:17 PM
1 Comments:
Worship is a weird animal, BJ. Last Wednesday we sang a lot of older praise songs (like from the late 1990's - ha!) and I wondered where you were. I have really liked hearing newer stuff this semester, and also hearing others sing songs as a ministry but not necesarily as the congregation singing... anyway, last wed it was nice to sing a lot of familiar stuff and to hear a lot of people singing.
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