(un)defined – (spoken word)

Hey friends! This is a spoken word poem I wrote about identity for a spoken word competition Propaganda is doing with I Am Second. The 5 videos with the most views move on to the finals, so WATCH IT, SHARE IT, and let me know what you think!

LIVING THROUGH THE FOG

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I don’t own much, as a single 25-year-old with roommates, but I’m currently downsizing.  I’m currently in the process of cutting out the excess. And this involves a lot of cleaning.

Yet this isn’t normal cleaning. It’s not ‘pick up this and that, vacuum, and do some laundry’ cleaning. It’s honestly less like cleaning, and more like abandoning the useless. This is the ‘pull out the old, find the discarded, get everything you own in front of you, this may take weeks’ type of cleaning. And in this cleaning, the mess just seems to accumulate. The floors become covered, the junk becomes scattered, and, yet, through it all, progress is made.

It’s a funny thing how a deep clean first leads to a deep mess. How a real cleaning must start with making a real mess, and getting everything you’ve been hiding out in front of you. It seems counterproductive, yet it’s necessary. It is the first step. It is a part of life.

As we go forth in this life, and we try to clean our lives up and simplify; as we try to find clarity, we first run into messes and fog. The key, I believe, is seeing these moments as necessary – as the first step towards progress.

Our mess. Our confusion. Our chaos.

It all must be experienced. Without living through the mess and confusion, we feel no relief when the fog lifts, and the road ahead can be seen as straight and smooth.

Without the mess, we won’t know what to do when the fog lowers once again, and confusion sets in. Yet because we have lived, and our lives have already had moments of clutter and fog, we will come out of the other end stronger each time. Wiser each time. Because with each bout of fog and chaos comes a bout with clarity, where we can feel the sun on our faces. And each time, that same sun feels warmer, and looks brighter, and that same fog seems lighter the next.

Through the fog comes the sun.

Through the chaos comes the calm.

And what a worthwhile fog it is.

What a worthwhile chaos it becomes.

 

-a pitiful masterpiece

ALL MY FOUNTAINS

“As they make music they will sing,

‘All my fountains are in You.'”   – Psalm 87:7

Psalm 87 was written by the temple assistants, the Sons of Korah, and was written about the City of God – the place where all believers will one day gather, and is looking ahead to the Holy City as described in Revalation 21:10-27. It will be an amazing sight when the day comes! The city is described as being 1400 miles square, and as long and wide as it is high! Imagine a 1400 square mile city, full of the worship of God’s children! A city without night, lit only by the glory of God! That will be a wondrous sight!

Yet although this verse is describing the glory after Christ’s return, it also describes what we should strive for while on this earth!

“All of my fountains are in You!”

This is the place we shall strive and long to be. I long to be in the place while on this earth where I know I have no other options besides leaning completely and totally on Him, and having “all my fountains” invested in Him. Heaven will be a wondrous sight, yet what is stopping us from showing heavenly  praise while on earth?

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Lord, take me to the place with no other options

take me to the heart of You!

For as this world tries me, I learn of my weakness

and my strength, found only in You!

Take me to the place where my spring finds it’s origin,

and let that origin be You!

 Not my strength, but Yours alone can sustain me,

For in my trials I rejoice of You!

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EDIT: When I posted this, a friend shared this video with me, so I thought it’d be worth posting here, as well. Enjoy!