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P. D. Gray

Merit Award 2007 Utmost Christian Poetry Contest $50

About this Christian Poet:
I had spent my whole life searching for "something divine," arrogantly assuming I was "something special" in my own right. Now, at thirty, I’m a fully committed Christian who understands why God chose to reveal Himself primarily through the Word, and why so many of us struggle to receive something which none of us truly deserves. 

"Rest au rant" is about how seemingly hard it is for us to get Christ, but at the same time how easy He’s made it for to do so: "Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with him, and he with me." (Revelation 3:20)  

rest au rant

all the
patriarchs, priests,
prophets and pastors
are but waiters in the
restaurant of life, who,
bustling to and fro
cannot assuage the appetites
of all the grumbling diners
who come in and demand
something special,
something on fire,
something on ice,
something divine…
but nothing is
ever good enough
for these people and
so the owner one day
decides to serve Himself up
on a plate, and although
the diners are half
starving to death
they simply turn
their noses up at this
new food since nothing is
ever good enough for them
and anyway it's getting late
and they've decided in their
infinite wisdom that they're
not that hungry after all…
and so this food (with complimentary wine)
is taken off the menu, but soon
starts mysteriously appearing
on the shelves of shops,
stores and super markets
over all different lands…
nevertheless, they have invented
ways of processing, microwaving
and modifying which now renders
the wholesomeness of such food
old-fashioned, outdated, obsolete,
nice in theory but simply
quite impractical, my dear.
far far too impractical…

and thus with these words
they wipe death from their lips

Copyright ©2007 by P. D. Gray