Christian Realism

Paul Christian Glenn

So many stories walked in front of me this afternoon

Comedies and tragedies on two feet

Rushing from the falling sky

	and running for the doors to get inside

Complicating plotlines as they meet

And the clouds come thundering on me

And the sky comes thundering down on me
On rainy Friday will I stare

	and contemplate the weather

My pencil scratches sketches of the world

With words and pictures will I capture

	all these strange emotions

Tame them and name them Friday’s girl
The sky is breathing all it’s memories down on me

An old poet with nothing left to say

I dreamed a story that was so beautiful

	I can’t remember

I would like to write it down someday
But the clouds come thundering on me

And the sky comes thundering down on me
On rainy Friday will I stare

	and contemplate the weather

My pencil scratches sketches of the world

With words and pictures will I capture

	all these strange emotions

Tame them and name them Friday’s girl

© 2001 Paul Christian Glenn