I love poetry.
Yes, I write poetry but I rarely share it with the blogosphere for a number of reasons. It's very personal to me. I take pride in it and there have been a few instances where someone has stolen what I wrote and stamped their name on it.
In any case, I love to read poetry and there is a poem that I wanted to share with all of you. It's very different. I'm not sure if you've ever heard of Bradley Hathaway or not but he's an artist and poet who actually performed his music and shared his poetry in our home last year.
His songs, lyrics and poems are among the most raw and real. He literally makes you uncomfortable with the things that he says. Some of it is very shocking, some prick your heart and some just make you want to cry. He's different, yes but genuine and I have so much respect for people who do what they do with full confidence and with their entire hearts.
Anyways, among his many songs and poems one of my favorites is entitled "The Hug Poem".
The Hug Poem
I read about how you touched them and they were healed
Or even if someone just touched your cloak they were forever changed
You let a broken women bathe your feet in her tearsA
And you washed your best friend’s feet
I am just wondering though did you just ever hug people?
I mean I know that it is a silly question and all I am sure you would have why wouldn’t you?
But its one of those things that was never mentioned that got me thinking about it
And how whenever there was a touch from you sins were forgiven and sickness fell
I think I’m caught up in my sins last time I checked all my body parts were properly working, nothing special here
I am just a kid with a heavy heart these passing sunrises and sunsets
I don’t think our encounter would have ended up in the gospels or anything
Because all I really need is a hug
That is ok for me to imagine right?
That’s not going to be conflicting with any sort of theology is it?
Ok good, then hug me
But not one of these side ways one arm around the neck type hugs
Or the ghetto right hand clasp fists elbows to chest pit pat on the back back
Or you put your right arm over my right arm and I put my left arm over your left arm and we make this weird sort of diagonal thing
Nah none of those
BEAR HUG ME MAN
Take your old school carpenter arms and throw them over my upper body leaving my arms dangling underneath yours somewhere and I can barely move them because your squeezing so hard
But don’t pick me up and make my back pop because I hate it when people do that
And hold me, hold me here in your arms until I start to cry because
I WANT TO CRY
But I just can’t seem to do it on my own I have been teary eyed once recently but not even enough for a drip down my cheek
Theres just hurt in my soul that needs to be purged so hold me in this hold pose until the pain is flowing from my eyes and nose