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Showing posts with label Glorifying. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Glorifying. Show all posts
Sunday, 4 February 2007
Sunday, 3 December 2006
XIV: The glory of God
Welcome is every organ and attribute of me, and of any man hearty and clean,
Not an inch nor a particle of an inch is vile, and none shall be less familiar than the rest.
(Walt Whitman, Song of Myself: 3)
The glory of God is in my blood. Ooh, it feels good! It goes down my arteries and up my veins, into my ears and my toes. I tap my feet to its beat beat beat. I dance to its tune – the tune of the glory of God.
The glory of God is in my lungs. They fill up like pink balloons. I suck in as much as I can, I use it to sing and to shout. I let it settle on my tongue, mmmm, so cool and fresh, and then I purse my lips and whistle.
Yes – the glory of God is in me and it wants to get out. I shiver with the pleasure of it. It forces itself through my pores and trickles down my skin. I wipe it up but still it comes. I cut it off my hair and shed it off in dead cells. I cough it, I yawn it, I splutter it. Sometimes I have to spit it out because its sticking in my throat. God’s glory know no boundaries. It pushes itself through my fingernails and I hack it off. It clogs up my ears and my nose. I have to pick it out. I defecate it, I puke it, I ejaculate it. It even seeps out of my eyes – I cry with God’s glory because there’s so much inside me.
The glory of God is in my fingers. Ooh, it tingles and it lingers. It frizzes up my hair. Where did it come from? Where?
Not an inch nor a particle of an inch is vile, and none shall be less familiar than the rest.
(Walt Whitman, Song of Myself: 3)
The glory of God is in my blood. Ooh, it feels good! It goes down my arteries and up my veins, into my ears and my toes. I tap my feet to its beat beat beat. I dance to its tune – the tune of the glory of God.
The glory of God is in my lungs. They fill up like pink balloons. I suck in as much as I can, I use it to sing and to shout. I let it settle on my tongue, mmmm, so cool and fresh, and then I purse my lips and whistle.
Yes – the glory of God is in me and it wants to get out. I shiver with the pleasure of it. It forces itself through my pores and trickles down my skin. I wipe it up but still it comes. I cut it off my hair and shed it off in dead cells. I cough it, I yawn it, I splutter it. Sometimes I have to spit it out because its sticking in my throat. God’s glory know no boundaries. It pushes itself through my fingernails and I hack it off. It clogs up my ears and my nose. I have to pick it out. I defecate it, I puke it, I ejaculate it. It even seeps out of my eyes – I cry with God’s glory because there’s so much inside me.
The glory of God is in my fingers. Ooh, it tingles and it lingers. It frizzes up my hair. Where did it come from? Where?
Sunday, 24 September 2006
IV: The Mountain
There is a mountain not far from here.
It is very tall and it has lots of trees on the side.
Sometimes there is a bit of snow at the top.
A man told me that bears live in caves on the mountain.
I have never seen one but there are lots of caves.
Once a helicopter crashed on the mountain and started
A fire that burnt a lot of the trees.
But most of the trees have grown back now.
There is a stream that flows down the mountain.
It goes past here and sometimes children splash in it.
It is a very strange mountain because there aren’t
Any other mountains for a long way around.
I think that is because of something that happened in the Earth’s crust.
People here work very hard so they don’t have
Much time to climb the mountain.
I think some of them have stopped noticing it is there.
But right now all I want to do is go to the
Top of the mountain and proclaim the glory of the Lord.
It is very tall and it has lots of trees on the side.
Sometimes there is a bit of snow at the top.
A man told me that bears live in caves on the mountain.
I have never seen one but there are lots of caves.
Once a helicopter crashed on the mountain and started
A fire that burnt a lot of the trees.
But most of the trees have grown back now.
There is a stream that flows down the mountain.
It goes past here and sometimes children splash in it.
It is a very strange mountain because there aren’t
Any other mountains for a long way around.
I think that is because of something that happened in the Earth’s crust.
People here work very hard so they don’t have
Much time to climb the mountain.
I think some of them have stopped noticing it is there.
But right now all I want to do is go to the
Top of the mountain and proclaim the glory of the Lord.
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