Saturday, May 15, 2010

Blue China Plate

The blue China plate
From which we all ate
So many years ago
Now sits on its edge,
And only to dredge
Quick memory...or slow.

The love that we spoke
And the cups that we broke
Now all come back to me
And serve up a meal
That seems fresh and real
...Yet it's a memory.

The faces we knew,
Those years that we grew,
Are gone and in the ground,
But I see them still;
Inside me they will
Still speak without a sound.

So, whether you eat or drink,
or whatever you do,
do all to the glory of God.

--1 Corinthians 10:31

This poem is fiction, based on an idea from Magpie Tales, from which I borrowed the photo. I'm NOT saying that we should listen for messages from the dead nor that we should talk to the dead; the Bible warns us against those practices. (See Isaiah 8:19.) Yet there can be something healthy in remembering days long gone, especially if it reminds us that our days here are limited.

Consider this particular poem of mine public domain.


Helen said...

A beautiful Magpie 'Memorial.'

Brian Miller said...

a lovely magpie...and an excellent choice of scripture to accompany it...

christine said...

Sitting eating with people we knew are how we often remember them.
I liked the way you used the blue plate as a memory prompt.


Lisa said...

lovely poem. :)

willow said...

They do still speak in you. Lovely.

Jim Swindle said...

Thank you, each one, for the encouragement.

joanny said...

Your words sweetly inspire and lift us higher to remember to set a place at the table for the Lord.


Jim Swindle said...

Thanks, Joanny.

Suz said...

the poem stands alone
no need to explain
poem..and I appreciate the work that went into crafting that meter!

Tumblewords: said...

Very nice!

Lyn said...

This is very deeply felt..thank you!

Jingle said...

sweet and happy poem,
lovely magpie!