Whiskey Preacher
We now come to a time and space in which I was writing/journaling on a frequent basis and I was exploring some of the darker crevices of my innermost being….join in on the journey if you dare! Many years ago when I was in seminary I was asked to submit an assignment – creating a collection of my writings chronicling my faith journey over the years. With strong encouragement from my community, the Journal Of A Postmodern Prophet was created. Interestingly enough, it was my professors who came up with the journal’s title…possibly for all the shit stirring I caused over the years. I will warn you in advance that some of the language is still somewhat evangelical in places, since some of these writings were pulled from a span of writings I did between the ages of 18 – 25…so please have some grace with me. Even though my own seminary, Truett Seminary at Baylor University where I graduated from and from which this project was birthed, will not have much to do with me theses days; however, I am thankful for my time there and for pushing me to become whom I am today…The Whiskey Preacher!
Rejected By Beauty
Rejected by beauty
Because I am not
Into the shadows
Once again I go
All I had to give was my heart
Yet that was not enough
Rejected by beauty
Because I am not
The epidermis of love is given
To the one who is not so far away
Rejected by beauty
Because I am not
Tattoos cover my body
But the ugliness I own is tattooed inside and out
Rejected by beauty
Because I am not
For you the world I would turn upside down
But candy of the eye I do not posses
Rejected by beauty
Because I am not
No matter how much I become beside myself
I am still too much for you
Rejected by beauty
Because I am not
Around me you want to be
To be with me on the reigns you pull
Rejected by beauty
Because I am not
To my bell tower I go
Wishing you would see me for me
Rejected by beauty
Because I am not
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