Tag: Christ

turbulation

by ekoileman, posted in poetry, writing

flow grates against the grain

bonds and connects break,

pulled, reforming, reaching,

SNAP–

broken–

moves away.

//

the self is shattered

old ideas crack

reveal child self in pain.

//

cracks, perturbed, reaching into

shards. pulled away.

what I thought was clear was a mirror

concealing a mask.

the mask I thought was flesh slips.

the knowledge of self distrubed.

//

swirling flow, life cintinues,

I want it all to stop-

to pick up the pieces,

examine each and understand

it’s purpose and placement in the whole

//

the pieces fly away in the wind.

a maelstrom- pulls at my

mask I didn’t know was a mask.

shocked to my core-

stillness is not an option.

Inaction isn’t an option-

I take it anyway.

Publish-life moving

by ekoileman, posted in poetry, writing

publish broadcast, reaching out

to flow, read communicate-words are wind

wind that stays in place is writing.

don’t know where it comes from or where it goes,

but never still.

House breach the mass transition of stationary wind,

captured for millennia.

my words are my wind, air that moves.

writing captures my wind, cease the endless rustling,

transmit to others across space and time

(a day, a continent, a century, a galaxy)

the spread of captured wind, taken for the eyes and skin,

contained repeated, remembered.

Impacting and shaping the future and the new now.

to publish.

Devil scared poem

by ekoileman, posted in poetry, writing

The devil is not scared of me, but he quakes in his boots because of You.

Devil’s not scared of me. But he quakes in his boots at the sight of You.

the devil is not scared of me, but he quakes in his bones at the thought of You.

You are at my back. You back me as long as I face You.

I follow the paths You lead me on. And the devil quakes in fear.

he tries to distract me, Disrupt me, delude me.

decondition and destroy me.

he quakes and fears You.

You defeated him with Your words, And he had to leave and obey.

You resisted and he left. He could not stay.

You pushed Yourself to the limit, to the limits of our flesh.

You saw the extremes, You walked them. You walked beyond them.

You know us and understand us. You are and have been us.

He quakes and fears because of You.

He deceives deludes, distracts, destroys but

You guard me.

You protect me. You preserve me.

I reside in Your hand and You shelter me.

You walk with me that I must seek You too.

God respects me

by ekoileman, posted in poetry, writing

You let me wonder where I will,

You respect my choices.

You let me wonder where I want,

You respect my choices.

You will let me wander where I wish,

You respect my choices.

You let me wander,

You respect my choices.

when I wander close to You,

when my wandering heart leads me back to You,

You respect my choices.

You respect me.

You respect the gifts You’ve given me.

I do it for

by ekoileman, posted in poetry, writing

I do it for myself and my well runs dry.

I do it for myself and my pen runs out of ink,

my voice grows course and cracked.

I do it for myself and my

ideas die,

energy fades and

crashes.

I do it for my own glory and

it tarnishes.

When I do it for You,

I shine;

I shine Your light.

When I do it for You, the ideas are abundant and beautiful.

When I do it for You, the pen never stops flowing.

The well overflows with

ideas, and creativity, and joy,

and sorrow, and ecstasy, and pain, and inspiration.

When I do it for You the energy never runs out.

I’m always full.

When I do it for myself, my energy runs down.

I whither.

I run dry.

I die.

This is the Good News

by ekoileman, posted in poetry, writing

Half relationship, Half mission.

This is the Gospels.

relationship with Jesus, and

admission from Him, to us.

This is the Gospels.

This is the good news: that the God

who made all things, and every person

cares

about us.

This is the good news: that He cares enough about us, and

respects us enough, to give us

Choices.

God respects our choices.

He respects us enough to

let us have what

we choose.