To The Poets Of Ej's, August 2,1995 Poem by Glen Kappy
To The Poets Of Ej's, August 2,1995
Blessed are you who do this free—
for the love of money corrupts
and the corrupted artists are many.
Blessed are you expressions of God's variety—
as different and beautiful as produce
at an autumn grower's market—
twentyish and fortyish
both thin and wide, slip and slide
some slam, clam, damn, and flim-flam—
who clap and cheer alike
the practiced and the novice—
for egos teeter between boasting and despair
and poets' poems strip them bare.
O fellow word-junkies, phrase-slingers
addicts of imagination, savorers of spoken language—
I see Jesus, comrade to us all
sitting in a chair among us.
He can't affirm the things that harm
but cheers our human-ness, delights in skill
and whistles for the Honest, for the Real.
I see Jesus, comrade to us all sitting in a chair among us. Loved this line Glen. God is always sitting with us and walking with us.
thanks, geeta. and as i recall, when i read this poem to what i would have guessed a mostly secular audience, it was well received. -glen
I love the image of Jesus in the crowd whistling at his favorite poets. I can see him waving a lighter at a Bob Dylan concert as he sings Blowing in the Wind.
hey, suzanne! thank you for looking this one up and for your comments. your bob dylan image makes me smile. i think we need to remember that jesus was human, something inferred by his self-description as the son of man. -glen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Nice poem Glen. I like it's flow and the way it starts off Blessed are you who do this free.
brian, thanks for checking this out and commenting. good to have dialog on poetry including the sharing of poems around similar themes. we who read and write poetry are a minority. be blessed! -glen