Monday, 25 February 2008

  • All Roads Lead to Rome

    I found this in my journal dated about a year and a month ago.  Funny.  I'm looking through my journal which can only mean one of a few things: a) I am feeling reflective and pensive  b) I am avoiding sleep  c) all of the above.

    In any case, here it is.  Unrevised, as of yet.  Raw.  Unpolished.  I am practicing imperfection.

    All Roads Lead to Rome
    (Tutte le strade portano a Roma)

    All roads lead to Rome

    And I am on a Romish path

    Cobblestoned, however, and in
    Michigan, o
    f all places.

     

    I don't want to go to Rome.

     

    And yet this winding road

    Keeps drawing me 

    Like the needle of a compass

    Moths to a flame

    And the poles of a magnet

    To Rome.

     

    I don't want to go to Rome.

     

    I want to go to Jerusalem,

    Cities of peace, or love, or at least

    History.  I want to see the sky in Greece

    Or the feel the crash of Oceans colliding

     

    I want to walk the less trodden path, and

    Sing the harder tune, the

    Six-part harmonies and the hanging

    Fermatas...  I want to go to
    Bethlehem, Judea, Galilee, Damascus,
    Bethesda, Samaria, even. 

     

    I want to stop hating the things I hate,

    Loving the things I love, and stop

    Walking on this wretched road
    And turn off someplace and go

    Anywhere but Rome.

     

     

     

    --

    Romans 7:24-25

     

    02.25.08. 

    Still don't want to go to Rome.  Tired today and it's just a Monday!  Good day though.  Love these kids.  So much.  Need to keep my head on straight.  God is good.  Pray for me.  I need all the strength and wisdom I can get.  Doing a tough unit in my class: worldviews and philosophy.  It'll be amazing if I let it be.  If you would, please pray for me.  -js

     

     

Comments (9)

  • FKIProfessor

    I passed through the Rome airport once, many years ago. Does that count?

  • gpspacey
    You're awesome!

    a little confused... did you write that? 
    I assumed you did until I saw

    "Romans 7:24-25"

    Beautiful.  You still got it!

    This "mini" thing... trying out for the first time... but I guess it's another one of those useless icons Ă  la Facebook.  It cost me 10 credits and at this rate I'll have to borrow credits to give out useless icons and get myself into debt.

  • steffyjaney

    this is good, Jen. you should get it published. :)

  • onathousandhills

    @FKIProfessor - haha...  some of us have been to Rome and back.  Sigh.  And some more than once.

    @gpspacey - yes, gracie, that was me.  Romans 7:24-25 is meant to shed some light on what this thing means.  thanks, though.  and yeah. don't get in debt with the minis.   

    @steffyjaney - publish has a bad smell with me.  i prefer my children free, changeable, and mine.  thank you though. 

  • steffyjaney

    @jensa07 - 

    hahaha...have you ever read the Anne Bradstreet poem called "The Author To Her Book"? i wrote an essay on it in college, and your comment reminded me of it. i'm pasting it here for your reading enjoyment:

    Thou ill-formed offspring of my feeble brain,
    Who after birth did'st by my side remain,
    Till snatcht from thence by friends, less wise than true,
    Who thee abroad exposed to public view,
    Made thee in rags, halting to th' press to trudge,
    Where errors were not lessened (all may judge).
    At thy return my blushing was not small,
    My rambling brat (in print) should mother call.
    I cast thee by as one unfit for light,
    Thy visage was so irksome in my sight,
    Yet being mine own, at length affection would
    Thy blemishes amend, if so I could.
    I washed thy face, but more defects I saw,
    And rubbing off a spot, still made a flaw.
    I stretcht thy joints to make thee even feet,
    Yet still thou run'st more hobbling than is meet.
    In better dress to trim thee was my mind,
    But nought save home-spun cloth, i' th' house I find.
    In this array, 'mongst vulgars may'st thou roam.
    In critic's hands, beware thou dost not come,
    And take thy way where yet thou art not known.
    If for thy father askt, say, thou hadst none;
    And for thy mother, she alas is poor,
    Which caused her thus to send thee out of door.

  • greatgrandpadog

    Very nice poem.  Thanks for sharing it -- I prayed for you as well.

    RYC:  Yes, its nice to spend a little more time around here, fellow yard dweller.  Perhaps the voice is different because I wrote it in a rush.

  • Sikhu

    I don't want to go to Rome either.
    Really, I'd prefer Paris.
    Or I'll even take England right now.
    But not Rome.

  • onathousandhills

    @Sikhu - England?  Like NEW England?  =) 

    @greatgrandpadog - Thanks ggd.  good to have you back (but for how long?)

  • Sikhu
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