Tag: Holy Spirit

I will not give up

by ekoileman, posted in poetry, writing

I have dealt with spiritual things all my life.

when they know what

buttons to push, they push them

relentlessly and hard.

When the buttons they can push are fewer,

and you are about to break free,

They push them harder

and relentlessly.

I will not give up.

I will not surrender to my flesh.

I will not give up. I am bought for a price.

I know my value, it is beyond what I can conceive.

I will not give up. I will seek

my King. I will pursue the Cross, and the price that was paid for me.

I will not give up, though I fall in the mud and slide back covered in filth.

I learn better the chains that hold me and I see better where they are attached.

I will not give up

to the process.

Place of tension

by ekoileman, posted in poetry, writing

It’s a place of power.

Things going into opposite directions tied together.

that place where they are tied,

a place of tension.

It is a place of power and strength

if you let it be-

or it can drive you apart.

The head and the heart: divided.

is tragedy.

The head and the heart: ignited,

is mighty.

The body and the spirit: divided.

is sadness.

The body and the spirit: united.

is joy.

A place of tension– between two things.

this tension is

a Gift.

School days

by ekoileman, posted in poetry, Uncategorized, writing

Do you give your children keys to the shiny new

car? No, of course not.

Do you let them play with the

powerful sword? No, of course not.

Do you give them the cards to the expense

account, for the truly expensive and valuable items? No, of course not.

You don’t give that to a five year old.

You teach them with toys.

You build their

skills and their confidence

until you know that they’re ready

for the good things.

The valuable things, the rare things, the expensive things.

I feel like that is this life.

I feel like

we are currently kindergarteners waiting and learning.

Before graduating with a PhD, before going through

more education, getting better

resources and learning how to manage

the little toys we’ve been given.

When we have the little Tonka Trucks and

practice with them really well, take care of them, to see if we can actually manage a car.

It’s not quite the same. But

sometimes I think that’s what heaven will be like.

Having shown what we can actually manage

and our awards based on what we did,

getting keys to the real car, getting

keys to the expensive and valuable and the truly fun things.

Things that you can’t trust to children who are untrained, and

even when they’re trained, they’re

not quite mature enough for it yet. For now,

we aren’t quite ready

the truly Good Things.

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.

Steps of growth

by ekoileman, posted in poetry, writing

to feel the pressure from a dying self

a mimicry, a mask that fades

the pressure builds,

something clings to the mask as it crumbles,

as something else wants to push it away.

the new self is born

the old mask dies

yet that which dies tries to cling to life.

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I progress down my journey and take the steps-of-growth

the old self fades, but clings to life

fighting its’ own death

yet it must die.

I must take those steps.

Sinking into the flesh, I cling to the flesh

a dying thing.

it flickers and fades and it clings all the harder.

I must lean into the Spirit.

it is life,

true life leads to truer happiness, it feels

ephemeral, wispy, mist

yet it is more

enduring, more real, more true

than any flesh or bone.