Tag: faith

Genesis: one poetic prose

by ekoileman, posted in poetry, writing

Beauty written with Affection.

true.

Our God is the Maker, the Shaper

the Creator of all things

From the tiniest

microbe, every

planet around every star

in the sky, every

galaxy,

He made them all.

The sequence does not match

as we currently understand

the progress and

growth of life, the

evolution and designs.

It doesn’t match the sequence. But

what if from His perspective,

that is the sequence? Maybe

it just wasn’t all done on this rock, but —

we– were the first thing done in His image.

That, from His perspective, would make it true

and poetic and

beautiful

to His sketches of

Himself in the creation,

a love letter of how we came to be.

I want to be chosen

by ekoileman, posted in poetry, writing

I want to be chosen says the Lord,

to be picked and

chosen and

loved

with the intensity I give,

to receive it in turn,

in whatever capacity can be given.

I want to be chosen.

I don’t want to

compete.

I don’t want to

compete for your love. I don’t want

to compete for your affection.

I will

provide all you need.

I am

all you could ever want.

I want to be chosen, says the Lord.

As I have chosen

you, I also want to be

chosen in return.

It is vulnerable, and it

can be painful

but I can bear it, as I bear

you, and more.

I want to be chosen by

you My love:

My love of choice, My agape.

Chosen

by ekoileman, posted in poetry, writing

He wants to be chosen. He wants to be seen, He wants to be picked.

He wants to be our first priority.

We want to be our partner’s First priority.

And we respect the one who doesn’t choose us. We let them go their own way.

Why would God want anything different?

If He knows a different way will lead to death, Why

would He not warn us?

But he did.

He gave us that warning.

and we are judged by what we know,

by what we have heard,

We are judged

and what we have written on our hearts, we are judged.

we know,

but we choose not to listen

Separation

by ekoileman, posted in poetry, writing

I’m trying to be fed by anybody but You

I’m trying to rely on anyone but You. I’m trying–

to rely on anything for You, Jesus.

I don’t know why it feels like my sin hides me from you,

I am not my sin.

You have made me free of it.

But it still clings to me, and it separates–

it tells me it separates You and me.

But that is a lie.

Do I listen to a lie?

Or do I listen to You, my King

run

by ekoileman, posted in poetry, writing

run, run, the damage is done

Babylon comes to stifle our fun.

escape the light to blinding dark.

stumble and flee the coming lark

of pain and gain and misery’s plight.

the salt is bland, the light’s grown dim,

the pounding game begins.

A war of attrition, a slow bleeding out

keep your stand with enemies all around.

Politics shift, Babylon arises—

Again.

An old form returns in the flesh.

/

run run humanity flees,

sin binds and enthralls, keeps me on my knees

the chains keep me raw,

the weight makes me bleed.

stooped and misshapen, I long to awaken.

/

they are comfort and familiar, yes it’s true.

they are comfort and familiar yet I dispize them beyond measure.

the chains weight me down, they rub me raw.

calluses bleed like a toothless maw.

/

the binding is heavy, the weight beyond bareing

lemon a busted yellow fruit

by ekoileman, posted in poetry, writing

Lemon lemon a busted sell,

a lied about item of little or no value.

i feel like that. I feel I an a lemon purchased by God.

my feelings preach this relentlessly.

/

I know this needs correction

my mind know this is a lie.

Lemon Lemon a yellow busted fruit,

meandering a jungle

unsure what happens after the next step.

wandering in random directions, drifting to old paths.

/

a worthless item— and yet!

a lemon in required for lemon-aid—most refreshing drink.

The purification operation, intensive and precise.

follow the steps, bear the fruit, be made whole and new

follow the steps, be made new and whole not sour and rotten, follow the steps oh lemon little one.