Category: writing

The Good News

by ekoileman, posted in poetry, writing

Good news.

There is more than this life.

There’s more than just the flesh.

And the ones who made it all

flesh, and spirit, and everything,

pay for every mistake

that we ever did, or could make.

Those mistakes separate us from Him

and He paid for them.

He covered our bill.

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The One who created all good things,

wants to give us better things

If we want to be with Him,

though being with Him is the best.

The doorway through which we enter

is His Son.

This is the good news.

Speak

by ekoileman, posted in poetry, writing

words tumble they jumble,

they fall out my mouth

they collide and stumble

//

cough into gravity

crash and explode

bits of coherence —

Splinter

every witness

//

I tried to gather them together–my words

paint the picture I meant

gather the fragments

It’s already turning to cement.

//

Some must be left where they’ve fallen.

I cannot take them back.

I can rearrange,

reassemble;

but they’re setting fast.

//

They’ve already hit the eardrums

of those nearby,

some understand

some shake their head.

All just tilt their head and sigh.

//

a jumble of words,

incoherent

a mess

fragments of words

Privilege

by ekoileman, posted in poetry, writing

I paid for the privilege of feeling like meat

and you choose to cast away what we might have.

//

I paid for the privilege of feeling elevated to meat,

I leave it behind for the possibility of you, and you

refuse it.

//

I have another who’ll not reject me,

another who’s pursued me forever

He’ll take what I give and then demand more besides.

//

To serve Him is a privilege I’ll always abide

To seek Him, His face, He’s been with me every moment.

He’ll not reject me, He’ll not leave me.

He already paid.

//

I paid real money for the privilege of feeling like meat,

But He paid for me,

He paid the cost of all of me.

He paid the price for everything I could ever be

and more.

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It’s a privilege shared by all, but many refuse to call.

He respects my choices,

That’s part of the point.

I’d rather be chosen then left.

God of it all 3

by ekoileman, posted in poetry, writing

God of the grieving, God of loss

God of comfort, God a moss

God of community, God of it all: too much to name any human lifetime

//

God of all prey, God of the hunt

God of the fisherman

God of the farmer

God of the rain and God of the hailstorm

God of the waves and God of the depths

God of the heights. God of the mountain peaks.

God of the cold and God of the heat.

Quietude

by ekoileman, posted in poetry, writing

My quietude is gone. My quietude is

over I mourn those days

days of solitude but no solace days

of quiet days

of Peace.

Peace remains.

Joy begins.

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I cling to my quiet solitude I mourn its passing

I mourn the loneliness. I mourn the pain

I mourn the lies that are all dead. The days of my quietude are

done

that version of me is dead

it has been mourned it is lost. It is not worth retrieving

it like yesterday

it is gone

//

my quietude is over. My wings are spread I

flap and fly and soar above the clouds

I draw eyes

I welcome others. I coordinate

communities

my quiet solitude is over

my quiet solitude is gone

companionship

is here

companionship has begun.

I seek Your face I walk in Your ways

I burn for You

the one You have in store for me

meanders by my side

we are not yet committed. If I focus on them, it drives them

away. I focus on You and I run

and I know You have better in store for me than I could imagine as I start to juggle

I marvel at Your gifts

my days of quietude are done

my quietude is dust

I have better things now.