Graffiti
scrawled
on a concrete wall
an initial
scribbled
on a wooden desk
a pattern
stained
on a textbook
a tattoo
mark
on naked skin
Who are we?
Vandals,
Carvers,
Artists,
Sculptures?
We're all trying to say
The same thing
I'm unique
I'm someone
I'm vulnerable
I'm ephemeral
I'm passing
O God
Don't forget
My name
Remember me
In your Kingdom
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Posted By: Jimmy mcphee On: 12 Mar 2010 At: 2:43am
I suppose some people get tatoos to look tough, but it could also be seen as a vulnerable cry to be noticed and to be cared about.
I have thought at times that writing is a cry for help.
Posted By: italker On: 12 Mar 2010 At: 9:25am
Jimmy you may be on to something. Perhaps the longing for community within all of us is expressed in so many ways. Where there is no community there is a an absence of love and in a sense it is that absence that reminds us of our vulnerability and our longing to be uniquely in fellowship with each other and above all in felowship with God. Anyway i’m a bit too philosophical this morning. I’m offfor my coffee