I BELIEVE IN THE SCRIPTURES by David Bowden (visit his site davidbowdenpoetry) In the beginning there were words For no sky nor dirt Rocks nor birds Heaven nor Earth Death nor birth Had yet been given proper syllabification So nothing physical had yet entered creation But despite the lacking of material manifestation There did hang one true annunciation Words Words of God Spoken Script Speaking Scripture Holy Writ The Writing Builder Building mountains out of nouns Plants and herbs from active verbs Planting nations in punctuation Preparing solar positions with prepositions Nature’s narrative was rich with adjectives But man was dirt and needed an additive So God added His imperative Impairing the dirt of its ability to be sedative So came the breath of life The words that made dirt our relative We are born of Bible Letters formed our limbs How can I deny God’s words When they are written on my skin? In this breath of life God breathed to begin An exhalation for the ages The inspiration of men You know the words of which I speak You’ve memorized them They are the Pentateuch Torah History Books Poets Major and Minor Prophets Synoptic Gospels Acts of the Apostles And their Epistles They are our Scriptures Those ancient divine whispers Scribed by enlightened scripters Passed down to modern listeners The mouth by which the universe was founded Is the fount on which our Scriptures are grounded Listen to where the Bible was originally sounded For it’s far better than What we have lobbied Or from traditions copied Or our own doctrines embodied That Scripture says that Scripture is God breathed That means The breath that filled the nostrils of the ground The life blown into dirt The exhaling heartbeat that made the simple renowned That is what can be found In what has been written down So, I believe in the Scriptures Where God has breathed the breath of life Where we find the vows between Eternal husband and earthly wife Where saints and martyrs Find comfort for their strife And stone hearts come to get cut with a knife I believe in the Scriptures When God breathed on dirt He got man When He breathed on man He got words The words are not in the dirt, but in the breath The breath passes from man to man Until they return to dirt The eternal chain of command The passing of words And now the words are in our hands But so often they’re only found Behind our lips or on our eyes Within church doors in red and black lines Printed on shirts, our commitment’s disguise What we claim as truth our lives say is a lie But I believe in the Scriptures For those scribal scribbilings refuse To stay on the page For they give life so life is required to be paid The words in your Bibles Are not meant on paper to lay But to be resurrected in your flesh As you die to them everyday I believe in the Scriptures For by them, through them And to them I was made They are the words that formed my bones And the ones that will call me from the grave They are the ink on my flesh, the pen on my tongue They are the words by which creation begun And through which recreation will be done They are the words of God and we are His listeners I believe God stills speaks I believe in the Scriptures
Posted on: Tue, 10 Sep 2013 05:55:49 +0000
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