Above the clear blue sky by Stephen Kingsnorth

Stephen Kingsnorth | Sep 23rd, 2020 | poetry | No Comments


Raised poor theology,
hymn words displacing good,
above the clear blue sky, we sang,
there is abode of God.
It was first astronauts
who broadcast empty space,
no lodgings found, so faith misplaced,
feet firmly on the ground.

Ground of our being found
by peering inside out,
the gospel struggle, incarnate
described as down then up.
But then in Galilee
the message seemed to be,
when look at others, seeing me,
as hanging on the tree.

So floating in the air,
no throne or angel wings,
if I’m bemused, as I’m confused
and flying by my pants.
When spirit also wind
that blows just where it will,
reducing God to rhyming slang
is fantasy for kids.

So, careful with your terms,
this picture poetry,
and understand still unconfined
this cosmic deity.
Yet for a starter pack,
we could do worse, in fact,
than looking for a serving man,
an exemplar of love.

Poet Bio

Stephen Kingsnorth (Cambridge M.A., English & Religious Studies), retired to Wales from ministry in the Methodist Church, has had over 180 pieces published by on-line poetry sites, including Poetry Potion, printed journals and anthologies.

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