Poetry Devotion Series Sneak-Peek

The World Has a Grip
Poetry Devotion Series:
 "The Man Part Three: Concrete Treasures"

Poem Focus Lines: 1-7 & 16-29

The sparkles. The city. The likes. The man. The award. The money. The woman. The look. The grade. The applause.
The world... What does it want from you?
Perhaps the more important question is, what do YOU want from the WORLD? Now, I ask this question to myself and the first thing that pops into my head is my ever-growing graduation wish list. It grows longer and longer as I begin to want more and more. I see this on her and oh, I just have to have it. Or all the cool university students have... And I have to have that, too. The world and everyone and everything in it seems to tell me that my wants are needs. I don't want it all, I need it all. Makes sense, right?
We all have our desires, our wants from the world. They are practically inevitable because everyday of our lives the world says be skinnier, be prettier, be smarter, be faster, be more popular and only THEN will you find happiness. So, we lower our heads, grab some gear and begin to "tunnel". We dig through the dirt much like "worms", inching painstakingly up towards "oxygen" or in our case, our desire(though the world makes it seem as essential as oxygen). We spend hours, days, months, whatever it takes to get there all the while thinking of the happiness and joy it will bring in the end.
Whether the journey was long or short, if we tunnel hard enough, we will get there.
We break through the dirt, we achieve our goal and grab onto it like it was the only floaty in a raging sea. But the float is heavy, the oxygen is heavy, our achieved desire is not filling us with the joy we expected. Why do we feel like there is always something more?
We sling it across our bodies and carry on back into the dirt and tunnel again. And again, and again. Where is the fulfillment? Where is the rest? I hate to tell you, but the world never stops calling. It never says, " That's enough! Here is pleasure. Here is happiness!" Instead it shouts, " More, more! You must get more, you must do more!" I don't care who you are, the world always shouts, "More!!" It's a never ending cycle of momentary pleasure and perseverance to achieve something that is never good enough .
Exhausted yet? I know I am and it's not because I worked out this morning. It's because I'm realizing the grip the world has on me. My arms are tired from tunneling, I need rest.
You may be asking, what's the point in trying? My answer is simple: stop trying. The world will never please you and you will never please the world. Stop trying! There's this man I heard of who can help. His name is Jesus and I hear He wants people like you and me. Believe it or not, but He likes you as you are- you are more than enough. You don't need to change who you are, hide what you've done, or clean up yourself- He just wants you to throw your shovel, lift you hands, and say "I can't take it anymore! Help me!". You don't have to dig anymore! He will dig after you until He reaches you. He won't stop, He won't tire, He will not give up on you. And when He comes, latch into Him as He climbs you out of the dirt and into the light of TRUE fulfillment. (It can only be found in Him, you'll see.)
My friends, your rescuer has come. In light of that, lets begin to look deeper into our hearts and lives to better understand the depth of our brokenness and our continuing need to be rescued.

Verse of Focus: " Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind." Romans 12:2

The Man Part Four: Kyzer

Can you hear me?
I say to you again-
Can you hear me,
Are you looking my way?

Across the table
I caught a glimpse of you
In the lenses of my beholder

For I have never seen your eyes
Your hair slicked and greasy-
Cowlicked
Your toes and the grime
Between them-
If it is there

They are all unknown to me
Behind the glossy
Paper and humming screen
So physical and flat-
A tease

Who are you?
I often ask myself,
A question you cannot answer
Your mouth has fallen silent
Your soul has soured away

And yet-
I want to know you!
Yelling, I come too late
Left to gather the pieces-
Alone
I dare not ask too much

In anguish
I see you
Leaking out from eyes
And I watch you there-
But never reach to catch

I find you in his face
Sometimes
Those moments...so sweet
So sour
But never reach to touch

For all I know of you-
I feel you all around
Your presence is upon me
Like a breath of fresh dew-
I look out at him
And there is where you are,
Thriving in his heart-
Teaching it how to love,
Making it soft again.
Glowing in his eyes
As he surveys
Ripples across the lake

And I know that you are there
Alive in these moments-
And so we meet again, my friend,
This is who you are.

And for now until the end of time
I feel sure-
This is where you'll stay