Tag: God

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

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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.

He’s the God of it all 1

by ekoileman, posted in poetry, writing

The God of wisdom and delight,

pleasure and pain.

Joy and terror

who knows of each

knows them all

knows their context and their purpose.

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The God of the ridiculous, God of the sublime

God of sternness, God of humor

God of death

God of parenting

God of infancy

God of age,

God of teenage hormones

God of the foolish

God of the wise

God of stars and trees and rocks

God of ice and fire, wind and water God of

plasma

God of spirit

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Applying gender of the physical equipment is a limitation far beneath Him

God is so much more than equipment.

God of every type of genitals

God of every sex

God of every gender

God of sex

God of childbirth God of menstruation God if testosterone

God of the feminine God of the masculine

God who knows and reaches

by ekoileman, posted in poetry, writing

God of every galaxy, who made them

knows them,

God of every star who knows them all by name

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God who knows how many hairs are on my head,

who knows every foolish stupid decision

I have ever made and still loves me,

still wants what is best for me, wants to give me good things

but also does not want to leave me in the mess that I’m in.

He does not want to

leave

me

at all

He gives me every chance, every opportunity

to change

to turn to Him

to reach for Him

to listen for Him

to listen

to Him.

God, that is true

by ekoileman, posted in poetry, writing

God, that is true

I did not ask what I should do

I did not involve You in my plans

I did not place it in Your hands

I think to hold it all on my own

with my power I don’t want to hear You groan

under the weight of my burden

I know You are mighty, beyond compare

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Your strength surpasses mine like a Tiger’s surpasses

a strand of hair

I do my part,

I bring what is needed,

I bring what I can

I place it in your hand.

Dogs and sheep 2

by ekoileman, posted in poetry, writing

What we forget about sheep and what small dogs teach us in their place:

How easily they hurt themselves

and how cute they are.

How valuable they are.

How precious to us, not just for what they give us,

but for who and what they are;

precious,

and valued,

and just as adorable.

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Small dogs may be smarter

and do not need to be rescued,

as often

but just like sheep

the little ones wouldn’t

really survive and

thrive

on their own without us.

dogs and sheep part 1

by ekoileman, posted in poetry, writing

We don’t have sheep no more.

not everyone knows

how they behave.

We think of sheep,

we know they need guidance, we know they need a shepherd.

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God gave us something else instead

God gave us tiny dogs

only dogs are smarter

This says much for how stupid sheep are

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We forget how easily their lost.

We forget how easily they get stuck in the mud

we forget how easily they wander away

we forget how easily their hurt

how easily they are cutting traps

we forget how easily they are hunted

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