The Fig Tree - [Mica - a.k.a New Jersey Gordon's Wife]
Surely I'm not quite there
They say I've got to try harder
And beware of dozing in the sack
posted by Etcetera at 3:03 PM
Friday, September 23, 2005
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7 Comments:
Rock on MICA!! That was beautiful!
Yeah, Chad thinks he's all that & a bag of chips cuz he can write a silly haiku.
I'd like to see him try something life this!! ;-)
Beautiful.
Jeff,
hai simply choose not
to write such easy drivel
as poetry. ku!
(Just kidding Mica, this friggin rocks the casba!)
Mica that was wonerful , it really points you to the cross and reminds you of the grace Jesus poured out in dying for us ,
thanks guys.
lavish my ego
drivel or not i love, for
wisdom i have not
but all is drivel
since Wisdom cried out and walked
the earth He loved so
no offense knocked, chad
still love your "ugly heart"
your hai's and ku's too
btw, there's a far better version of my measley lyrics Habakkuk 3: 17-19, which serves as my inspiration and is forever stuck in my head, being that i always see my glass half-empty. here it is:
Though the fig tree may not blossom,
Nor fruit be on the vines;
Though the labor of the olive may fail,
And the fields yield no food;
Though the flock may be cut off from the fold,
And there be no herd in the stalls-Yet I will rejoice in the LORD,
I will joy in the God of my salvation.
The LORD God is my strength;
He will make my feet like deer's feet,
And He will make me walk on my high hills.
just beautiful, isn't it?
it's maddening how you hear all this talk about bearing fruits as if we were trees. we are just branches grafted in out of love so profound we don't have enough breath to breathe it. Jesus is the vine and the father the vinedresser. When I ponder the depth of His love, my hard heart softens and the madness stops for a while, and i get to have a cherry on my ice cream, and i may even want to share. maybe that's the fruit.
i'm mad that a friend doesn't have a face to go to a concert (autumn blaze), because guilt gnaws at her, supposedly because of her hard heart, which supposedly manifests itself through the callousness she thinks she probably feels for the katrina victims. this self-conviction supposedly became apparent after she had spent some of her earnings for herself. who's to be blamed for this condition? is it the church(es)? is it her possible predisposition to being guilt-ridden, like me? there's no time for blame nor trying to search for answers. there's only time to say, like what steve brown would say, "Jesus still loves you anyway." when somebody feels so loved and well taken care of, the person might just want to share his/her cherry-topped sundae without planning when to. or the person might not. but wouldn't God still reach out his mighty hands to reach you and teach you, since Wisdom, with its justice, mercy, and compassion, walked and lives? and it still cries out.
it's the story of the prodigal son and the lost sheep.
anyone's perspective on this?
anyone?
please?
Mica,
That was a beautiful poem!keep on writing.
KalX
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