Current Writing Project – Walking with Jesus In the Garden

For anyone reading this blog of mine, may 2024 be a year of pleasant surprises, joy, and a more conducive world.  Personally speaking, I am currently continuing a writing project that I commenced in December of 2022, which is committing the biblical book of The Song of Solomon to the rhyme and meter of English poetic verse (named Walking with Jesus in the Garden: Amazing Grace in The Song of Solomon).  From Dec. 2022 until around July of 2023, I penned Version 1 of the poem but was not well-pleased with my efforts; I found the first version to be overly (and unnecessarily) wordy; it was also clunky in many parts and it was not an effort that I was particularly proud of.  So from July onwards I wrote Version 2 of the poem, which I just completed writing last night.

While v.1 had around 4,500 words it was not as easy to read because I had tried to keep it to beats of 10 per line (or thereabouts).  I also was trying to put too much into the poem that did not fit its flow and meaning.   V. 2, on the other hand, has thus far ended up with 4,800 words, and yet it flows much easier because around 99% of the poem only has an average of 7-8 stressed beats per line.  There are some sections that have 10 beats per line but those are the exception rather than the norm.  I personally found Version 2 more readable and faithful to the meaning of the biblical account.  But at least the poem is now finished and all I need to do now is to make some necessary edits to 1) ensure the poem is faithful to the original biblical text; 2) to ensure that the poetic expression of the poem is flowing properly; and 3) to iron out any rough spots, such as typographical errors, punctuation mistakes, and so on.

Embarking on this project has been a challenge because I am attempting to bring holy writ alive for modern readers by expressing it in a particular form that is quite foreign to how it was originally written.  Song of Solomon was written in Hebraic poetry, not English poetry, in a world that is very different to our own.  And while I am writing about something that is very theological in its scope and essence, I am also doing so using techniques that are more creative and emotional than they are didactic and expository.  I have tried as much as is humanly possible to write a poem that is faithful to the witness of Old Testament Scripture and helping its readers to comprehend the erotic imagery behind it, while also highlighting how Jesus Christ and His church fulfils the shadows within this glorious love poem.  I’m not sure when and how I can get it published, if I ever will, but I will keep everyone posted.

God bless, Nahum.

How Is Your Belly Button Sewn On?

The other day while I was in a park where I heard an adult asking a group of children, “Can anyone tell me how you put on your belly button?”  I am sure that the adult meant to ask another question and got their words mixed up, but nonetheless the children looked quite bewildered at one another and had a laugh.  I thought it was a good question for a poem and so I turned it into one.  It’s written in the form of a villanelle.  It’s silly, but I like silly 🙂

‘How Is Your Belly Button Sewn On?’

by Nahum H. Sennitt (August 2023)

Say, how is your belly button sewn on?

With stitches and thread, or needles that knit?

Please take your time; don’t position it wrong.

When adding your navel you may sing a song

And maybe you stand – and yet you could sit.

Say, how is your belly button sewn on?

Perhaps it is short; I hope it’s not long;

Perhaps it holds fast – or maybe it’s split.

Please take your time; don’t position it wrong!

Perhaps you have made it holding some tongs

Or wearing some gloves or donning your mitts.

Say, how is your belly button sewn on?

Pray tell, how’s your button coming along?

Does it ride on your knees or hide in your pits?

Please take your time; don’t position it wrong.

Was your mid-point created with palm tree fronds?

Is it filled with scum or dander or grit?

Say, how is your belly button sewn on?

Please take your time; don’t position it wrong.

I Do Not Belong (Poem)

As I grow older as a Christian and experience more and more painful things, I realise that I truly am made for somewhere (and something else).  Here is a poem that I wrote today which reflects this –

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‘I Don’t Belong’ (A rondeau redoublé)

by Nahum H. Sennitt (June 2023)

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I don’t belong to this dry earth,

This cage of sin and grieving face.

My home’s not where my life was birthed

Yet ancient gardens hold my place.

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On spinning wheels like rats they race,

My friends in endless wearying work.

How do they keep such needless haste?

I don’t belong to this dry earth,

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Where men deny my salt and worth,

Where mankind thinks that life is waste

And sorrow’s drowned in empty mirth.

This cage of sin and grieving face

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Will end one day without a trace

Where skin and bone slow in a hearse

To rot in earth and tombs encased.

My home’s not where my life was birthed

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Where fathers cause their young to curse

And lead their families to disgrace,

Where love of self does work its worst.

Yet ancient gardens hold my place,

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A castle high where endless grace

Will heal me where my heart does hurt,

With vines of joy in endless taste.

I’ll dish the truth and not the dirt:

I don’t belong.