Saturday, 29 March 2008

As I gaze upon my child

Last night I was looking at Sam as he was eating his dinner. He was silent (which makes a change!) He had his Boys' Brigade uniform on and it was just me and him. There aren't many times when I remember to stop and smell the roses (or in this case just look at one of my children)

As I gaze upon my child,
Sitting,
Eating,

I am filled with love and awe,
Beauty,
Sweetness,

As I gaze upon my child,
Playing,
Creating

I am filled with love and awe,
Creative,
Pleasure,

There are times in life it’s true
When they’ve torn my heart in two,
There are times in life it’s true,
When I regret what they do.

I do not have God’s patience,
Lacking,
Wanting,

Yet I know God’s love for me,
Parental,
Eternal.

Did the devil teach me to love?
These feelings are from above.
It is only through my children
That I have learnt the love of heaven.

5 comments:

Alice said...

Very nice! Sam will love reflecting on that one day with his own children.

Your poems have an innocent feel to them that is very comforting and sweet. (I hope you hear that as a positive thing)

Richard said...

I find that when I am thinking about stuff, especially theological stuff, I engage a part of my brain that wants definite answers. A kind of brutal and ruthless scientic attacking of a subject.

However, when I right poetry I tend to engage the part of my brain that transactional analasys calls "happy child." It is the only part of me that does the creative stuff like that. It is good for me because "happy child" needs to play!

At the moment I think I would rather right poetry and let happy child play than do deep theological thinking. I did try to put the two together, but happy child wont allow anything harsh or critical to get through.

It is probably therefore better for the reader to read the thoughts of "happy child" than "critical parent!"

Sorry that was "adult" talking!

Unless you understand the basics of transactional analasys that probably sounds a bit cuckoo!! (Probably worth do a google search on it!)

Anyway, it is what I write, I passed my English national exam with stuff that like that.

I do wonder sometimes about using more interlectual language, but I kind of like the innocence of it.

Probably the only poets I have read a lot of are Ogden Nash and Dr Seuss. I really believe that as God's children we should trust that He is happy with us as we are, not in the need of sanctification sense, but that we don't need to use big words to impress Him.

Part of me would feel not comfortable with someone pretensciously criticising my poems, but they are my expression. I do feel that there must be schools where people are expected to develop a maturity in what they write, but I want to keep at a raw and innocent level! I think feelings often are raw and innocent and it is that that I want to capture.

Richard

Alice said...

I agree! Let the happy child play!

I go back and forth on what I like to write, too. Sometimes poetry, sometimes other.

Ogden Nash is my husband's favorite poet, too. (My fav. is the one about the wet dog, do you know that one?)

Richard said...

Hi Alice,

I didn't remember it but did a quick google and I have read it.

There is a slightly longer one I like called "the golf caddy" which is great because it has a surprise ending!

I read a great kids book the other day, but the ending was dissapointing. I'd love to rewrite it but that is against copywrite!

Richard said...

It's funny I have just reread my comments and agree with them, I have been away from this since but haven't stopped thinking about it. About your comment.

I never let on at the time but your comment that there was an innocence about my poems really shook me! It really challenged me to think about what I'm doing. It's funny that I had forgotten what I had written in responce, that was oure smoke screen knee jerk reaction!! But I have come to the same conclusion. I would love to write more poetry and I have been thinking it would probably be children's poetry.

I love that you made that comment as it challenged me.