In my Writer's Craft course, we've recently plunged into the poignant, elaborate, and at times frustratingly abstract realm of poetry. It was only a matter of time before our skills as wannabe poets would be tested, but "confessional poetry" hardly seemed a comfortable starting point.
Essentially an extremely personal type of poem focused on human pain, struggles, and taboo facets of the human experience, I didn't know where to start. After all, while we all undergo times of struggle or discouragement, dwelling on those difficult chapters can often be the means by which Satan robs us of our joyful outlook and chips at our anchoring hope. The Bible urges: "Rejoice evermore, pray without ceasing, and in everything give thanks," a difficult challenge to balance with the negativity this assignment seemed to call for.
But the more I considered that word—"confession"—the more my thoughts were drawn to Jesus, first and foremost. Using the cinquain poetic form (imparted to me by the superior literary wisdom of Writer's Digest), I managed to construct an amateur's attempt at a declaration of my deepest, brightest confession.
Confess
is a dark word
It speaks of black secrets,
grey whispers. But mine is bright white
dazzling
Jesus
My loud secret
Power, love, forgiveness—
he is my shameless confession
He is.
The erratic punctuation is intentional (before you close this tab in disgust), and is actually one of the most liberating perks of poetry! But more important is the message these words whispered to me as I sat in English class, pounding madly at my keyboard.
Whosoever therefore shall confess me before men, him will I confess also before my Father which is in heaven. ~Matthew 10:32
Jesus, as our Lord and Saviour, is worthy of our boldest proclamation. He is worthy of our most shameless confession in the eyes of all the world. He has promised to testify on behalf of all those who publish his beautiful name, loud and clear, fearlessly and faithfully, to any and all who may hear it.
We serve a powerful, bountiful Saviour who was, and is, and always will be worthy of our boldest confession.
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