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Janie Member
since 2000-08-13
Posts 158 |
A couple of months ago I was trying to imagine what "creation" would have looked like. I sat in a dark room and closed my eyes and wrote some thoughts. A few nights ago I picked up my notes and wrote what I thought was the finished piece and posted it in the Critical Analysis forum. I had two honest critics who showed me the error of some of my ways and their honesty has led me to this I'm about to share with you. I'm not trying to "cross post", I'm just afraid you, my friends here, will miss this one since it's not where you would look for it. The Artist Sadly, he shakes his head thinking: there lies nothing upon nothing within nothing, yet exists just the same. A chastened spec of primordial paint on an artist’s canvass of blood came to this existence as it fell into the abyss from the easel, discarded. The artist’s hands found no veneration, though, scrutiny for this, not wanting; knew of its potential, but night after night, stroke after stroke, brush after brush, promise was left unmet, leaving a life’s work to lay as nothing beneath heavy feet. His eye's reflection reveals a time when the work’s each nuance was a solitary piece of passionate essence, when it was an embodiment of love; still remembers creativity's first wave, when the canvass took its first breath and the newborn’s piercing cries filled the dark room; when from nirvana, kaleidoscope colors united creating the intoxicating palette, where virginal hues debuted, and eloped with the morning light. All of this emerged from nothing upon nothing within nothing to exist just the same. ...He studies it one last time, wonders the matter a few more nights could bring, but, sadly, turns out the light and leaves the room, for time had run out -and redemption with it. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
At first blush, this leaves me gasping for thought...truly. I will re-visit and hopefully, expound. In the meantime, that it draws me back tells me you have something exquisite herein... Karilea When you want to be loved, look within...KRJ |
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Lighthousebob Member Elite
since 2000-06-14
Posts 4725California |
 I liked the line: "nothing upon nothing within nothing."It really emphasizes how God (The Heavenly Artist)is everything... And on the seventh day God sat back and admired His wonderful creation... It might have truly been that way? You know, I believe that God Loves His masterpiece so much, that's why He leaves a light shinning on it continuously... God Bless You, Bob <>< [This message has been edited by Lighthousebob (edited 08-22-2000).] |
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Alle'cram Senior Member
since 2000-02-28
Posts 1816Texas |
Janie, With the second read I have only just begun to digest this spectacular piece. Moving it up to have with a cup of coffee. Thank you, Marcy |
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Stephanos
since 2000-07-31
Posts 3618Statesboro, GA, USA |
I enjoyed the imagery and fluid nature of this poem. I am also fascinated with the subject of creation. It is true that in the beginning the creation was "without form and void" exactly as you described, but God brought about an awe inspiring completion to his work, as on the seventh day "he rested". Why? because he was tired? No, because he was finished. Not only finished but "saw all that he made, that it was very good". There is no poet, no artist, no sculptor as the Lord God. Who is like him? But then comes the questions and pains that sin brought into the world. Confusion and death came in on its heels. As paul said in the book of Romans ch. 8, the creation was "subjected to frustration, not by its own choice, but by the will of the one who subjected it, in hope that the creation itself will be liberated . . .". So all the contradictions, all the things that make God look as if he were an incapable artist, a painter who hopelessly bungled his work, these are merely part of the 'frustration'. However Jesus Christ is the Author and Finisher of our Faith, and also of the creation. "For old things have passed and all things have become new." Yet we only see in a glass darkly, and by faith. But I am fully convinced we will see the whole of reality restored to a pristine state of flawless, breath-taking beauty and joy, because of Christ. Thanks for sharing this fascinating poem! [This message has been edited by Stephanos (edited 08-22-2000).] |
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Janie Member
since 2000-08-13
Posts 158 |
Sunshine, Bob, Marcy and Stephanos, Thanks for reading. I also wanted to explain the significance of the "nothing" line to me. Ever since I was small child and have pondered over creation, I've envisioned a blank piece of paper from which something came from nothing. Then I'd think, where did the Nothing from which the Something emerged come from? This always sends my mind spiraling into an uncomprehensible abyss. Also, I wanted to make sure I'm painting the picture I intend. I don't mean to make God look like he made a mistake. It's we who make the mistakes. I'm trying to show that He loved his "work", He looked hard for the good in it, He knew it held promise and He patiently waited for it to evolve to His highest hopes, but in the end He had to let go of the lost souls who didn't chose Him. He waits as long as He could even wondering if a few more days would make a difference. He's sad because the lost had a choice and because of their bad choice He must turn out the light and close the door on His old creation. When He does, He enters the next room which is His "new" heaven. (but that's another story and boy I can't wait to hear it!) |
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