this is a drawing i made in the chapel service last night infront of the congregation. when you turn it upside down, it seems to have a different meaning altogether.
after the service, several people came up to me and asked me what it was.
?
worship.
and also some prayer.
and the feeling i get about God.
Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the wind longs to play with your hair.
-Kahlil Gibran
where are you going? where have you been?
what do you think about when you first wake up in the morning?
are you ready to go on a journey?
sometimes you can barely inch by.
On a clear day on the shores of the Baltic
The immigrants gathered to start a new life.
Anticipation was fizzling the air and
They packed crates and boxes and sealed them up tight.
The crew bellowed shanties, taught kids dirty jokes,
And the women reheated the soup every night.
They all compared their big dreams and bright futures
And on every star they would wish that they might.
Their ship was suddenly tossed in the darkness!
Mothers were crying, the children held close.
Men fought each other and hoarded life jackets,
The captain spat orders and buttoned his coat.
They were waves caused by whales
Who were recklessly waltzing below-
With the swish and sway of their tails
They put on quite an excellent show-
as they sang:
"Come join our dance,
Come and join in our splashing!
We shall sings songs and dance under the stars.
Take off your shoes and your long heavy petticoats,
The water is great and the dance is not hard!"
Lalalalalala
Next thing they knew they were washed up on shore,
They were tattered and hungry and soggy and cold.
They were alone on a small desert island
With dark creepy jungles and horrors untold.
The women made shelters from grounded banana leaves,
Somewhat disheartened, they tried to make due.
The men gathered mangos, plantains, and papayas
to feed hungry families for a day or two.
to their shock, that same day
many monkeys appeared from the trees!
if you’d been there then you might say
“never has there been such thievery!”
What a shame.
“Come join our feast!” called the pilfering monkeys.
“follow us to our grand celebration,
“There at our table we’ll add this small portion
“you’re very welcome to join in the fun!”
Lalalala
Bothered and famished
They crawled to their shelters,
The women sang lullabies
The children dozed off.
The fathers extinguished small fires in the shadows,
Not quite content with thier saltwater broth.
They tossed and they turned
but the whispers around them
Made hair on their necks stand straight up nonetheless-
An uneasy feeling awakened the captain,
Feeling the presence of unwelcome guests...
They were grand pelicans
Swooping down from the ominous skies!
They grabbed men, women and children
Scooping them up to their great surprise!
And they sang:
“We’re off to the sky parade, the king has arrived!
You may ride in our beaks, we will try not to bite.
Our kingdom welcomes you, we will provide for you,
There on that island you’d not have survived.”
Lalalalalalala
(written communally by Steph Plant, Thomas Johnson, Katie Bogdanowicz, and Rachel Brown)
