It's a question I've asking myself. Why do I like poetry? Why do I write poetry?
Within the modern western lifestyle of efficiency, busyness and entertainment, poetry calls out, "slow down."
It's like the faster we run the more we long to be slow... if only we could.
But perhaps that's the hang up. You can. Right now.
Sometimes we can live life so quick that we miss the whole thing and wonder where the wasted years went and why the most important things never fit in and life became too packed full that it got lost.
Ancient meditation literature was often written in verse. The purpose is not efficiency. To read a poem with an efficiency mindset is to take a hot air balloon ride while doing taxes on your phone or to go on a safari blindfolded thinking you won't miss a thing because you're just getting from point A to point B, right?
Meditation literature is written as poetry in order to bring you through an experience that changes you. Reading a poem is going on a trip. Taking in the sights, thinking about them, pondering, wondering, wrestling. Wake up in the early quiet of the morning, drink a cup of tea, read a bit, look out the window and watch the birds land on the rustling branches and the squirrels play and meditate. Turn it over. Look at it this way and that. Read it again. Meditate.
I think the most important thing in the universe easily gets missed in the western world because it doesn't fit in with our efficient, busy lives. And then we wonder what went wrong. How did we miss LIFE. True, good, real, beautiful, purposeful, joyful, satisfying LIFE. What is it? Does it exist? Where does it come from? Can I have it? Can I live it?
Yes. The LIFE appeared. People saw it, touched it, heard it and then were offered it. The source behind Life, the creative Life, the Life every person ever has longed for, Life that doesn't get smashed or washed away or beaten down. Life that can't be stollen, ended, marred. Life that pours so deep to that deepest part of the invisible self that suddenly the whole being knows this is what it is to be truly alive!
All of this is not abstract symbolic philosophical words. I'm writing about a person. An actual person who is Life embodied.
His name is Yehoshua, which means Yahweh Saves.
I Am saves.
I Am Life saves.
Life saves. Life defeats death.
Life gives life.
I invite you to come and meditate.
(Inspired by 1 John 1:1-4 and the Bible Project podcast series on poetry)