So let’s dance in the aisles
by J. Randal Matheny © 2012
We are tired of the hymns, with the limits we’re bored,
So let’s dance in the aisles, as we sup with the Lord,
We will tear up the carpet and throw out the old,
In this city where everything’s big, we are bold.
The young women are swooning, the men good to swing,
Play a tune with a beat, we refuse just to sing.
You’ve not seen it all yet, we’re not done as we change,
We reject what’s familiar, and import the strange.
Swing the doors for the crowds, tweak the church to the max,
In with gospels and grace, down with crosses and Acts.
We’re all brothers in Christ, matters not what your group,
What’s important is staying in a bigger world’s loop.
We’re progressives for Jesus, nothing heavy — we’re hip,
As we travel to heaven, on one big, happy ship.
We’ll be bigger fish swimming in bigger fish ponds,
So we dive for the new, as we cut the old bonds.
We got love overflowing, with sinners we’re cool,
But no patience with fogies—out with rules is the rule!
John Henson 9:48 pm on February 10, 2012 Permalink |
Wow.
tina 1:12 am on February 11, 2012 Permalink |
Scary
Mike Riley 10:07 am on February 11, 2012 Permalink |
Randal, sounds like the Postmodernism mantra – throw out all those old out-of-date rules!
Weylan Deaver 10:52 am on February 11, 2012 Permalink |
You wish poetry could be made of happier stuff, but great job pinpointing the inconvenient truth that you really can’t run from rules, conceptually. All you can do is decide which rules you’ll go by–your own or the Lord’s.
J. Randal Matheny 11:06 am on February 11, 2012 Permalink |
Thanks for the comments, y’all. Mike, yup, that’s their idea. Weylan, reckon when we get to heaven our poetry will be like that, all sugar and spice and everything nice? :)
Weylan Deaver 11:09 am on February 11, 2012 Permalink
I know we will have songs there–nothing I know of precludes the presence of poetry. After we sing the “New Song,” maybe we can collaborate on a new “New Song.”
J. Randal Matheny 11:11 am on February 11, 2012 Permalink
Sounds like a plan to me, brother! Maybe we can start with, “Heaven was certainly worth it all!”