Poetry

I haven’t written any poetry for a really long time so yesterday when I tried editing some of my poems I found it super difficult. Anyway, I’ve realised that the flaw in most of my poetry is really the language and rhythm. I don’t have much problems with imagery but getting my lines not to sound too prose-like is quite a big challenge for me.

Today I was in church when I suddenly got inspiration for a new poem. It happened when I was singing a worship song and thinking about what an honour it is to be the son of the King of heaven. I’ve only written one other semi-religious poem so I guess this can count as a first attempt at religious poetry. I used to think that there wasn’t much to say about God that hadn’t already been said and besides, who wants to read religious poetry in the 21st century anyway? (unless that poetry is by some famous poet) But praise God, I’ll just write whatever He wants me to write, whether anyone reads it or not.

If you would care to, this is the poem I just crafted. The style seems slightly reminiscent of George Herbert, but it’s hard not to get influenced when you’re studying his poetry for Literature. (: Glory be to God Almighty!

The Robe

I sought an audience with my Lord
and thought it best I dress to please
but alas when I knelt before the throne
I saw I wore not woven silk
but some hoary rags
called Sin and Shame.

But my Lord who saw his child
shivering naked at his feet,
took off his great robe
of purple and clothed me
in that glory his own Son wore.

Now as he departs
and I stand amongst men
who marvel at its rich tapestry,
I open my mouth to boast
but hear my Lord whisper,
“This is Humility”

and then I understood.