Pseudo-Seuss: Telling the story in new ways…

I’ve been feeling discouraged with several of the writing projects I’ve been working on over the last couple of years. They don’t feel fresh or inspired anymore. So lately I’ve been “playing,” trying to find new inspiration for something… well… new.

There’s a story we know, and some of us believe
And it changes with time, like a quilt that we weave
And I might call it truth but you might call it spin
And it might be the cause of the trouble we’re in.

There’s a man in the story, he’s young and he’s Jewish
You’ll know the name Jesus (the story’s not new-ish)
But the story we tell (well, the way that we tell it)
Has some folks believing, while others won’t smell it.

“How can one smell a story? A story is heard!”
Well that’s true, and it’s not – it depends on the Word.
A word that is good can be heard and be tasted,
Sniffed and then touched, not a thing ever wasted.

But a word badly spoken can stink like it’s sour,
Never word ever heard when it’s rotten and dour.
No good to hear when it’s written in grime,
Whatever was justice comes reeking with crime.

Then that’s how we begin with telling this story,
Since familiarity pales its own glory,
Assuming you’ve heard it can turn it to fluff
Which is why all my friends are so sick of this stuff!

“We’ve read all that before!”
They say, tired of the preaching,
“Your God is a bore
With his mean-hearted screeching!”

But what if the rhymes hadn’t come out just right?
Instead, what if Jesus got lost in the fight?
Maybe the message wasn’t boasting “I’m right!”
And what if today was the dawn after night?

I mean, what if living a whole different way
Meant something quite other from “not being gay,”
Or “not saying damnit” or “voting my way,”
What if “Kingdom” meant giving your whole life away?
…

That’s all I’ve got for right now.