Thursday, February 22, 2007

kill him and let his soul run wild


i read this poem in an email from an old friend,

and it reminded me of jesus and his genius beautiful wildness
and how the world wants to kill it ...
but the beauty is, when we ask god to kill the world that wants to kill it - the world's voice within us - fear - what tries to imprison - then resurrection happens, and we get to run wild.

it's a bitch ain't it.

"Genius Child" by Langston Hughes, 1902 - 1967, great black poet of Harlem renaissance movement

This is a song for the genius child.
Sing it softly, for the song is wild.
Sing it softly as ever you can -
Lest the song get out of hand.

Nobody loves a genius child.

Can you love an eagle,
Tame or wild?
Can you love an eagle,
Wild or tame?
Can you love a monster
Of frightening name?

Nobody loves a genius child.

Kill him - and let his soul run wild.

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