Can These Pages Live?
This poem was inspired by some verses from the Bible.
He said to me, “Son of man, can these bones live?”
(Ezekiel 37:3 NASB)
Not that we are adequate in ourselves to consider anything as coming from ourselves, but our adequacy is from God, who also made us adequate as servants of a new covenant, not of the letter but of the Spirit; for the letter kills, but the Spirit gives life.
(2 Corinthians 3:5-6 NASB)
For My people have committed two evils:
They have forsaken Me,
The fountain of living waters,
To hew for themselves cisterns,
That can hold no water.
(Jeremiah 2:13 NASB)
When I consider all of the book racks
And all of the old, dusty paper stacks
I think about the trees that had to drop
So we could fill each office and bookshop
With all the thoughts that men have ever had
Where, side by side, converse the good and the bad
And all the thoughts that were half-baked and cheap
Are these the thoughts we need to hold and to keep?
Do we believe that inspirations end?
That we should keep every notion penned?
Do we believe that the past must prevail?
Must we preserve the thoughts that are now stale?
Here is the question that we should address:
Can we ever move forward and make progress
If we retrace the former steps and road?
Or does that stop the spring where genius flowed?
Can pages live if there’s no spirit there?
With life and genius, what can compare?
Where do our good notions come from now?
Can we ensure our lives will last, and how?
If we can learn from the past, we should learn
That there is wisdom that we can’t hoard or earn
It comes when we need it, and learn to hear
For spirit loves to help and to make it clear
If we have faith in life’s renewal
We can turn our books into fuel
(For the body and not for the mind)
And when we have tossed the old, we’ll find
That spirit will return and make us new
And all things will sparkle in our view
And all things around that live will be
As free from the past as we are free