“X” Marks The Spot
Made this picture – “Where I'm At ”;
Took two days to see what's what;
I see I've changed – no longer there –
My present state does not compare.Though past seems here – it's not, I see;
It brought me here, it's part of me;
But “sharp left turn” goes through the gate,
Not over wall (or blown – can't wait).Though viewed as from the outside still,
I see location, choice, and will;
“X” marks the spot where I am now,
Inside the gate – through Christ somehow.I've looked around, I see my past,
Where kith and kin end up at last,
I see the church – as processor –
Processing each from where we were.I see free choice – what each picked up
From family; roads smooth and rough;
I see our gifts, and inner side,
Parts plain to see – we cannot hide.Great themes emerge – the role of book –
Some under arm, some push, some look,
Some share, some teach, expand the range,
Some do without, some start then change.The camera's role is big throughout –
Some take it up and point about;
A tool for some, not many though,
Aesthetic side is small I know.I see five roles of clergy acts
Through ages as historic facts
I've come upon, as state of things,
Like Bruchko’s river trip, it seems.The biggest change I see is me –
Like Jacob's dawning touch to be
The person God saw at the first,
Redeemed from past and cancer's worst.I cannot say when dawning came,
Just somehow I am not the same –
All mouth, explosive, heart of stone,
Impatient, rigid, ruled by home.And even photographic side
Had attitude I could not hide –
Aggressive, mostly, yappy pix,
Expressing one stuck in the ditch.A bit like grandpa as a child,
Bad lungs gave trouble – almost died;
Then one bad fever, out it went –
Freed up, he walked as heaven sent.Wayne said at start of each new place
We bury past as seed, not waste;
For past has brought us to this time –
Yields resurrected crop sublime.So what is past is dead to me;
In Christ it's scary – now I'm free
From load of weight and sin, like Paul,
To live in Christ engaging all.navigation