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In defense of the non-believers: A Poem by Collette Kristevski

In defense of the non-believers,/even Thomas had to see and touch to believe,/ and now we call him Saint./Even Peter denied three times,/and Judas Iscariot betrayed the flesh his God would die in./ Even Nietzsche,/ in his insatiable hunger for God,/called himself Antichrist./ Even the heretic,/though mistaken, /seeks after God;/and God,/in His mercy,/can forgive all kinds of mistakes./I myself once danced at the edge of the abyss./A solitudinous dance,/deprived even of God./Where once was heard Heaven’s sweet sighs,/Earths proclamation of something beyond the birds and the trees,/I was crushed by the silence of the cosmos./And right before I could declare that God is dead,/a voice called from the abyss,/or else I know not where./So I dove in and drowned there./I have been the doubter, betrayer and denier./I have been the heretic./And though I’ve never been a saint, it aches now/- the realization that I spent so much of my life/being convinced of my own rightness./And yes, I do believe that I have been an Antichrist./For they are the ones in the churches/with Christ on their lips and judgement in their hearts./And it occurs to me/that the only difference between me and the non-believer/is that I repent every day of my disbelief.

//In defense of the non-believers, 4/24/2019
//Collette Kristevski

*Deep breath* I am SUPER hesitant to share this one. This was originally 2 seperate incomplete poems that were just not working, and then I saw the #amykaypoemaday “In defense of…” prompt and somehow this happened. I may identify as a Christian, but I am no stranger to disbelief. Thankfully, it’s not just about whether you “believe” in the biblical God or not. I don’t even know what people mean when they say that they “believe.” The concept of belief or faith has been so watered down that it almost means, at best something one does blindly in suspension of disbelief, or at worse something one does out of ignorance or stupidity. It’s a lot more complicated than that. And listen, I know that people who don’t “believe” don’t need me to defend them. All I’m saying in this piece is that I get it. I don’t always “believe” either. Anyway, I’m curious what people think about this piece, so please leave your thoughts in the comments.

Lofty: A Poem by Collette Kristevski

Which of these Truths?
Which will you bind,
which will you loose?
To know is simplicity,
to conclude, to deduce.
To wonder is to first fall on one’s knees.
I do not mean to feign humility,
and perhaps I bruise these delicacies.
For holy things are not for all to speak.
Nor before all can they be told.
It is not so modest.
It is not so low.
Indeed, the task is too lofty for me.

//Lofty, 4/19/2019
//Collette Kristevski

Disruption: A Poem by Collette Kristevski

and considerations,
burdening my solitude.

Heaviness of obligation,
pressing in,
threatened by my quietude.

Enter, the uninvited
white noise
of responsibility.

Is this what life is?
To war with time, with my own mind
and with God?

//Disruption, 4/8/2019
//Collette Kristevski

A Prayer: A Poem by Collette Kristevski

Let what lies on your tongue
be a key to dimensions not known by devils.
Let your breath be Spirit
and your mouth, a portal to the Heavens.
Let your saliva be nectar
and your words never sting.
May your inhaling be grace
and your exhaling not be a sigh.
May your life be a prayer
and your passing be the amen.

//A Prayer, 4/8/2019
//Collette Kristevski

Forgiveness: A Poem by Collette Kristevski

Even psychology,
even religion,
even philosophy,
even poetry;
despite the deepest plummets into
and unconscious;
and given my unrelenting introspection,
attempts at humility,
and penance;
even with a tight grip on grace,
divine love,
and sanctification;
and though I remember Your words:
that I must forgive to be forgiven –
I still cannot forgive myself.
And I pray that
forgiving everyone else is enough.
Have mercy on me,
for I have forgotten
how to have mercy on myself.

//Forgiveness, 4/5/2019
//Collette Kristevski

Quid est veritas?: A Poem by Collette Kristevski

“What is True”
so readily resists being grasped.
Perhaps Truth
refuses to be decisively grasped
so that questions never cease.
Perhaps this is the Truth
that is more nearly True:
that sometimes we can learn more from curious questions
than from solid answers.

//”Quid est veritas?”
//Collette Kristevski, 4/3/2019

Pilate therefore said to Him, “Are You a king then?” Jesus answered, “You say rightly that I am a king. For this cause I was born, and for this cause I have come into the world, that I should bear witness to the truth. Everyone who is of the truth hears My voice.” Pilate said to Him, “What is truth?” And when he had said this, he went out again to the Jews, and said to them, “I find no fault in Him at all.

John 18:27-38

This is one of my favorite exchanges in Scripture. For quite a while I was on a spiritual journey, and my question was, like Pilate’s, “what is Truth?” There is speculation that Pilate’s question is actually one of jest and mockery of Jesus’ claim to be witness to the truth. Maybe it was. But I like to think that Pilate’s question was mainly a philosophical one or a curious one. What is truth? Jesus did not answer. Perhaps because Pilate did not stay long enough for the answer. Perhaps he didn’t want to know the answer. Or perhaps Jesus did not answer, and his non-answer WAS the answer. Either way, I think the question “what is truth?” or “what is true?” is crucial. What is Truth (capital T) to you? Is there such a thing?

Background taken from PicsArt.

Partake: A Poem by Collette Kristevski

The poet does not create beauty,
as in “bring into existence.”
Beauty exists.
Beauty woos,
the poet to Itself.
The poet is simply privileged
to partake of It –
to participate with It
in the illumination of some Truth:
that Beauty exists on It’s own.

Collette Kristevski, 3/30/2019

I was inspired to write this poem while thinking about beauty and it’s significance. As someone who writes poetry and does some drawing and painting, I would like to think that I’m the type of person who is able to see beauty in seemingly mundane, everyday things – even things that are obviously imperfect. However, I am also a tidy, clean and perfectionistic person, and often want to “perfect” what does not live up to my ideal. But when I am able to reframe imperfections in my environment as having meaning and beauty somehow, it becomes less burdensome on me, and lessens my intense need to tidy up or perfect things. On further examination though, I’ve come to recognize that beauty is not necessarily created, but that it exists on it’s own, apart from any creating or perfecting on my part. I just don’t always have the eyes to see it. The Greek adjective “kalos” is an interesting word because it can be rendered as “beautiful” or as “good.” In the Orthodox Christian faith, which I am a part of, we elevate beauty sort of as an all-encompassing term to refer to not just what is beautiful, but also what is True and Good. It refers, ultimately, to God Himself and to His will or purpose for His creation. In fact, the most primary text about Orthodox spirituality is called the Philokalia, which means “love of beauty.” And so I was pondering what it means to create art since art is often referenced as a means by which we create beauty. Perhaps art, in the most genuine sense of the word, is not art because someone made something beautiful, but because through the “creating” of the art, the artist was actually participating with the beauty that was already present. They simply illuminated it, or made it more obviously available, for all to see. Now, I definitely don’t claim to create art in this genuine sense. But it is a worthy standard to aspire to. If I can make art that gives a sense of enormity and infinity, of what is God and True and Beautiful – only then can I claim to be an artist or poet.

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“It is finished”: A Blackout Poem by Collette Kristevski

The burden and cares laid aside.
Hear the flight
of the beasts of man –
his pride, sin, despair.
the heavenly things.
that which was lost.

//”It is finished”

//Collette Kristevski, 3/28/2019

This is a blackout poem. Background taken from PicsArt.

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I am still mystified: A Poem by Collette Kristevski

There is Something
more immense
than I have ever been able to account for.
I have sensed since childhood
To claim to be able to see,
to name,
to know –
I am embarrassed
to say I ever did.

//I am still mystified
//Collette Kristevski, 3/29/2019

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Immortality: A Poem by Collette Kristevski

What is man
if not both body and soul?
Not two divided parts,
but insperable energies within a single undivided whole.
So when the bots come to consume your mind,
don’t pretend you didn’t know.
We were warned of this transfer of consciousness long ago.
But this is not the resurrection of which we’ve been told.
A mind within a metal house is not progress, just ego.
But the serpent of Eden is disguised,
and he says that you won’t die.
So we leave Eden again,
become less and less authentic,
less human with our technological sin.
Whether a computer hive mind
or metal shell to hold the soul,
when it comes down to survival, I guess anything goes –
your soul for transcendence, a quid pro quo.
Immortality is real, but it’s not just for the fittest.
Christ said it’s for the least of these,
but you gotta fight to get it.
And if He foresaw the promise of immortality
placed on conveyor belts and displayed behind glass,
God still would have become fully human and defeated death.
In a world where conscious technology is already how things go,
who can you trust?
The Immortal One or the “holy” status quo?

//Collette Kristevski, 3/26/2019

This poem is inspired by a prompt given by @thethoughtreserve on Instagram. Coming in with an Orthodox Christian take on the problems of technology, transfer of consciousness and survival. I’m no doomsdayer, but consciousness and its interplay with technology is a topic I’ve been interested in for a while, and it’s getting pretty concerning out there. This is not the type of poetry I usually write, but I enjoyed the challenge. Hopefully it will give you all some food for thought.