A Poet's commentaries - number 3
"Stuff That Really Happens"
~ by Z. B. McClure
Merry Christmas to you! Hope the meaning of this season makes your heart rejoice, and give you a genuine sense of God's great love for you.
Right now, I'd like to make a few comments about my poem 'Stuff That Really Happens'.
I was seated in my father's green recliner watching a Hallmark Christmas special.
There was this one scene that was very promising and I whispered ' I wonder if stuff like that really happens?'
After I had written the poem, I was reminded of a truth I often think of when watching a movie with a happy ending, and that is this:
The reason we love stories with happy endings is because deep down inside of us is a place where our Creator has hard-wired us to long for everything to turn out for the good. That is, for things to turn out the way they have always been meant to turn out by God.
In reality, with an omnipotent and all powerful God, who wills things to turn out good in the end, they can't help but turn out that way. It is inevitable. The universe is programmed this way.
This is what is behind the saying "Hope springs eternal". When you place your hope in God, in Jesus Christ---you cannot ever be disappointed.
Optimism is natural, while pessimism is not.
All of us find ourselves wishing, longing for good things to happen. When we are at the deepest valleys of our lives, this craving becomes especially accute. God Himself has put within every human the insatiable appetite for things to turn out - for good to triumph over evil, for wrong to be made right!
Unfortunately, during the Christmas season, many people forget that, but we must not!
If only stuff like that really happened,
I said to myself,
as I watched another HallmarkTM romance
late at night.
They were locked inside a mall store,
trading secrets after hours.
He played a love song on his ipodTM
-They began dancing; moved from
thinking mine to feeling ours.
Ah, if only stuff like that
really happened, I found myself dreaming
as I watched them falling, falling in love.
Do things like that
really happen to real people in real life?
I found myself wishing, longing, hoping
stuff like this still really happens
in this world, my world, ah ---
in our world.