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Tuesday, April 15, 2008

"The Raven" Poorly Revisited 4 Years Later (With apologies to Edgar)

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary
I did tend to faint from furious memories of ill-gotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
Sounding like some mouth gone yapping, yapping at my office door.
'Tis some member," I muttered, "yapping at my office door -
Only this, and who needs more?"

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak November,
And each angry griping member reviled curses at the door,
Eagerly I wished the morrow; -prayed and wept heart filled with sorrow
From the charges time would borrow - borrow for the lost pas-tor.
For the fallen miserable fellow to whom the chosen came to bellow-
Nameless here for evermore.

All our lives he has branded, all our efforts turned empty handed
And his failings no longer candid did press receive in print and pixel galore,
I am remiss in not dismissing - much the poorer for venom hissing
The action of the beggar failing - failing in a glory not seen before.
'Tis my empty heart yearning for a distant glory shore -
A shore of rest not known before.

And from four years a distant thought has once more my attention sought
Now dare I take it's lying hand and lead it once again into the fore
Neigh, I it turn back unrecognized, the pain that once antagonized
The every beat upon my office door - the clamor of a self-righteous bore.
It is an evil without parallel far surpassing the one who fell
And it screams for the blood of those it did once adore

I turn my back on evil barking that forever is loudly harking
Demanding pay for tragedy gone before
I cast my eyes unto the glory of the One Who wrote The Story
Who hung dying for the failure we deplore.
I recall the scream of "crucify him" in anxious attempt to finally try him
In hopes of sleep in innocence once more.

'Tis the evil inside each one ... our own Raven ... our smoking gun
But not this time, I will not listen, I'll turn the gloom to the suns sweet glisten
I'll look behind and look before me, twist the neck of that which tore me
And bid adieu from my distant shore
As I quote that Raven ... NEVER MORE.

4 comments:

steve mann said...

wow...deep. my "old" youth pastor droppin rhymes like he's carryin a mic around. i am downtown today at a caribou listening to some sara groves melodies and you popped into my mind. so, i googled you. it only took about 2 minutes before i found you. i love the internet. good thing that al gore invented it. i hope cleveland has been a blessing. debbie looks great, i hope the lake gives her the fresh air she needs. lisa and i miss you guys a lot. i am going to go back to your churches page and try to get you our home email. you can also find me on facebook. i don't want to lose touch with you. reach out and touch me. make sure the truth is coming out of your mouth! god loves you and so do i.

Ron said...

STEVE! I left a voice mail at your home. I no longer have an active cell number for you. Nor does your dad. And I couldn't reach Rick. My number is on your home answering machine. Call me!

neeser said...

Impressive. Most impressive.
From a lovable English teacher.

Anonymous said...

Wow! So cool, I almost didn't believe you did this yourself. ;) Seriously, very impressive.
Stephanie