Tag: poem

Cries to the dying self

by ekoileman, posted in poetry, writing

I fear myself.

I fear the climb.

I fear the change to a better me.

I fear progression.

I fear alteration.

I fear the death of an older me

I fear the loss

the change
/
I fear the delusion of self blame.

I fear the shame of enacting failure.

I fear the shame of inaction.

I fear the finding of new friends.

I fear the birth of a new self.

One that will brave the cold.

I fear the strength that lies within

it overwhelms, that boldness

To be strong is to be capable
/
I fear my capacity
I fear the gifts that’ve been given to me.

Fear the work that I must do. 

I fear the progress made.

I fear the joy of new discovery.

I fear the path that’s been paved.

my old self fears greatly,

that old self fears to die.
Yet it must or all else fails

including all I love.

miss the leaves

by ekoileman, posted in poetry, writing

Does a butterfly miss being a

caterpillar?

Does a butterfly miss the cocoon?

Does a caterpillar enjoy the chrysalis, does it look forward to the bloom

of wings and air and florals?

Can the caterpillar conceive of

flight and air and breeze?

Does a caterpillar ever hunger for flowers?

Does a butterfly miss the leaves?

Does a butterfly miss all that walking,

crawling on its knees?

tradition musings

by ekoileman, posted in poetry, writing

Christian tradition:

change and revolution,

nonviolent aggression,

dignity and justice,
bringing to completion;
recognition of equality, despite social status.
a pointed arrow, not a loop.

Christian perspectives
unique to us.

they’ve spread elsewhere, suffused the world

where we progress to and from

each generation changes

yet the Spirit leads us

and scripture too.

Scripture, but a tool of the Spirit

a tool of God the Father,

all pointing to Christ.

a Christian tradition,

the anchor point—

thing on which all is built

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.

longing for the Lamb’s feast

by ekoileman, posted in poetry, writing

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

those things belong to the Heir, to the Son.

we are not yet past the Feast of the Lamb.

How I long for that day.

I long for the feast of the Lamb. The Lamb’s Feast

I hope it will be many days. It was

the custom when He was among us, seven days I think for a wedding feast.