Tuesday, 18 March 2008

This is fab!

Check out this poem. I think it's great and I've read it to prisoners in three different prisons over the last few days. Him Indoors read it in church on Sunday too. Powerful stuff.

7 comments:

Endlessly restless said...

This is really fab - I had to listen to it over and over again!

Thanks

That Hideous Man said...

Very good, do you have written version of it anywhere??

AnneDroid said...

http://www.hopeinfo.co.uk/images/image/brokenopenwords.pdf

is the link, HM, but I don't know how to post a link in my comments bit so you'll need to cut and paste it.

That Hideous Man said...

Ah! Link didn't work - I think the end of it must been chopped off - too long for the comments box! if you could post up the bit after "brokenopenword" I'll be able to put the two halves together!

AnneDroid said...

Broken Open by Jude Simpson
If your heart yearns for a more it doesn’t know, if you’ve suffered blow after blow and can barely dare to lift your head, if you’ve ever wished you’d rather been - if you’ve bled, or tried to bind a wound if you’ve cried then tied a knot to choke the flow of hope before it can open up a way to disappoint again and leave you broken then this is for you. If you’ve longed, if you’ve wronged, if you choke on the words to your favourite song, if you need a Doctor, or you’re beyond medical help then come. If you’re cracked, if you’re splintered, if your Winter is just too long, if this Winter is just too long, (but the thought of Spring is terrifying,) then come. Because Jesus came for the broken brother and sister, the ache, the pain and the blister, the wrong decision, the open wound the blurred vision the won’t-ever-hope-again. Jesus came for the insane, the unfulfilled, the searching the street child, the tramp and the urchin, the poor little rich girl snorting coke and cursing, and the man who sold it to her. Jesus came for those nursing a need, nursing a drink out of control, on the blink, on the brink, falling overboard, and about to - sobbing at the kitchen sink. Jesus came for those the world drives mad, for the bad, yes the bad, Jesus came for the bad, so if that’s never been you, then fine, just go, because Jesus didn’t come for the well, the swell, “the hell – I’ve got everything I need” the nothing’s-lacking, the non-cracking up. He’s not interested in courting the sorted he came to fill the cup of the thirsty, the worst, the broken, the burst open, Jesus came for the sick. the packed-up, the cracked-up, the smashed, hopes dashed, and the picked-on, the meek, the weak, the stuttering, those who blush when they speak and the walked-out-on. Jesus came for the left behind, for the cheats and the cheated, the ones who crossed the line and the ones who still don’t know where to begin. Jesus came for the people who know how it feels when you say “sin” for the broken to open, to break for those who choke, for the people who don’t have everything we need, for the ones who know we need hope. © Jude Simpson 2007

The website seems to have been changed, HM, so I can't get the proper link but I'd saved the words.

Holy Famoley said...

Great poem Anne, thanks for putting us on to it. I've put it on our parish blog - seemed ideal for Easter. The youtube link is as follows:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UZSz1FDTj2g

Holy Famoley said...

Sorry, it was the pdf you wanted - just tried the one you gave Anne and it is still there. They might have been messing about with the site when 'that hideous man' tried it.