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The evil side of Camelot - a poem of change
This is an imaginary story about a nun who takes the gospel into the darkest streets of her city. She boldly enters the heart of gang territory with nothing but her faith, her Bible and the power of God. The verses in italic are the thoughts of the gang leader as he watches her enter his territory.
This story is also what I wanted my story to be. Ever since I was a teenager, I wanted to be like this woman. I didn't want to be a nun, but she does what I wanted to do for God. I have come to believe that he has another battle for me to fight and this will never be who I become.
But somewhere out there is someone else, who fills the shoes that aren't for me. And if that person ever stumbles across my poem, I hope it encourages them and reminds them that they are not alone.
She walked the streets of Camelot
Darkness all around
King Arthur may sit at his table
But here is where evil is found
. . . I stood across the street
. . . Finger on the trigger
. . . Waiting to see
. . . Who challenges me?
The eyes in the shadows were watching her
Lying in wait to ensnare
They wondered what she was doing here
Daring to breathe their fowl air
..........
A light seemed to shine all around her
The darkness was somewhat confused
She felt their uneasiness of her
It made her feel slightly amused
. . . Her boldness surprised me
. . . Her courage was rare
. . . Her audacity bought her
. . . More time to live
To enter this world uninvited
Where evil has the last word
Is something that few would consider
Survival rarely occurred
.............
But here she came unafraid and unarmed
And from what they could tell, all alone
They couldn't see the angels around her
Warriors protecting their own
. . . She made me curious
. . . I wanted to see
. . . Why was she here
. . .And what did she know
They knew she was different from all of them
There was something they didn’t understand
The love that she brought was a weapon
The Bible, a sword in her hand
............
As she spoke the very ground trembled
Their walls all came crashing down
They felt so exposed and so vulnerable
They fell, their face to the ground
. . . What’s happening to me
. . . Am I weak? Am I strong?
. . .She’s turning my world upside down
They rattled the chains of their agony
The sins that enslaved them all
They knew they were trapped by their choices
They had come so far down in their fall
..............
But her eyes looked on with compassion
Her smile promised them hope
Her words rung with truth and conviction
Their doubts blew away just like smoke
. . . My eyes were open
. . . My guilt, my shame
. . . Could she really set me free?
She set up her table before them
And fed them all from the Word
She quenched their thirst with the Spirit
It was the best thing that they’d ever heard
..........
Now Christ lives within all of them
And darkness has had to flee
Now you can walk down these streets unafraid
. Because of the change in me
Comments
what a twist, loved the poem, very impressive.
I. White
It was a beautiful poem but I must ask as to how the Bible/the individual reading it to the people can be the source of all this change if it can be interpreted in so many ways.
- Author
Thank you Isaac, I am glad you liked my poem. It was fun to write.
- Author
hi newengland! Thank you for reading my poem. The girl in the story is the catalyst or tool for the change. Through the Bible, she introduces the gang members to God, who changes their lives.
When I was getting ready to get married, I remember telling someone that I was thankful to the friend who introduced my husband and I for changing my life. This is the perspective reflected in my story.
Sorry, this is like so nosy of me but I was curious.
How old are you and how did you come to faith in God?
- Author
Hi Newengland! I am as old as Moses was when he fled Egypt to live in Midian. :)
I gave my heart to Jesus in preschool. When I became a teenager and was trying to decide what to do with my life, I told God I would do whatever he wanted. As is typical with teens, I became hard hearted and cold. I enjoyed manipulating people and found it easy to do. God convicted me and I saw the dangers of where my life was heading. When I realized this was not what he wanted from me, I asked him to change me. And he did. In high school I was fortunate enough to have a youth pastor who taught us how to study the bible on our own and encouraged us to get to know God in a more personal way. God had always been an active part of my life and I wanted to know everything I could about him. I started taking the Bible classes that the local college offered to high school students for free. My whole life has been about getting to know God better and choosing to do what he wants me to do instead of what I would want. (Although sometimes I have put my foot down and insisted on my own way. Then I find out the hard way why his plan was better)
I guess thats the long way to say that although I came to faith as a child, I see it as an ongoing commitment to allowing him to be Lord of my life. My faith is growing continually.
I'm half of Moses's age when he left Egypt for Midian. I had a pastor that told us to read the Bible as well but it was when I started thinking more seriously on some of the issues that I decided to really study it. It was at this point that I guess I became a "heretic" in that I really couldn't acknowledge many things they believed. It was at this point I figured that I should just stop trying and gave up.
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