Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Hug Anyone?


I came across this poem by Bradley Hathaway (a completly rad spoken word poet) a little over a year ago.
Just heard it again last night.
I love it.

Click here to listen, or just read below.




Enjoy.


"The Hug Poem"

" I read about how you touched them and they were healed
Or even if someone just touched your cloak they were forever changed
You let a broken women bathe your feet in her tears
And you washed your best friend’s feet

I am just wondering though did you just ever hug people?
I mean I know that it is a silly question and all
I am sure you would have why wouldn’t you
But its one of those things that was never mentioned

That got me thinking about it
And how whenever there was a touch from you

Sins were forgiven and sickness fell
I think I’m caught up on my sins
last time I checked all my body parts were properly working,
nothing special hereI am just a kid with a heavy heart

These passing sunrises and sunsets

I don’t think our encounter would have ended up in the gospels or anything
Because all I really need is a hug
That is ok for me to imagine right?
That’s not going to be conflicting with any sort of theology is it?

Ok good, then hug me

But not one of these side ways one arm around the neck type hugs
Or the ghetto right hand clasp fists elbows to chest pit pat on the back back
Or you put your right arm over my right arm
and I put my left arm over your left arm
and we make this weird sort of diagonal thing
Nah none of those

BEAR HUG ME MAN!

Take your old school carpenter arms and throw them over my upper body
leaving my arms dangling underneath yours somewhere
and I can barely move them because your squeezing so hard
But don’t pick me up and make my back pop
because I hate it when people do that
And hold me, hold me here in your arms until I start to cry because

I WANT TO CRY

But I just can’t seem to do it on my own
I have been teary eyed once recently
but not even enough for a drip down my cheek
Theres just hurt in my soul that needs to be purged
so hold me in this hold pose
until the pain is flowing from my eyes and nose "


Bradley Hathaway - "The Hug Poem"


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