Tag: poem

learning skills

by ekoileman, posted in poetry, writing

to be with people to know your name

to know your problems to understand the game,

this takes

such

bandwidth

so much of my brain

I don’t know how to juggle it

and yet remain the same.

//

I lean on You My God.

You are my strength and shield

You will hold me up in Your right hand

and with You, I refuse to yield.

alone I crumble,

I fold in two

with You I am victorious

//

though, I really don’t know what to do.

I recognize your faces

I am learning your names

I somewhat remember your coffee order

but I’m terrible at the games of cat and mouse and hello how are you?

to socialize and small talk

to laugh and joke and be friendly.

By myself, It makes me want to choke

But I am not alone, for I have You

for support

developing strength in weakness

that Your glory will shine forth.

Clothes

by ekoileman, posted in poetry, writing

I handle the clothes. I organize the fabric

what they take to wear I give

I sort it I organize.

I agonize what to put out.

It seems so simple yet it’s not

I took this on myself, isn’t such a bad task.

It is quite fun and when it is done

the day at last

that shouts for joy and warmth and cooling sweat

we heat the cold

properly dressed

the fashion is not great and not always the greatest quality

it is what it is and we try to make

it see the joy and the humor.

The good fit search

clothes organized is a joy. Clothes well loved and worn is better

Out in the car

by ekoileman, posted in poetry, writing

I leave you behind to wait

I over stepped myself, past my limits

not beyond my capacity but beyond my choices of self care

I want to be with you.

I want to enjoy with you

our time

our fun

our joy

our talks

our walks

our wonder

our arguments and bickering.

Our back and forth and banter

I stepped out to the car

to leave you behind

you wander.

You explore without me

I rest

I decompress

you get your exercise

Fill me up

by ekoileman, posted in poetry, writing

You are what fills me up. You fill my cup to overflowing.

You fill my gas tank. You fill my engine and rev me to the red line.

You trick me out. You give me gadgets beyond my understanding.

You let me fiddle, and play, and

teach me how to use them.

You direct their use

///

You fill me up. I empty myself every day

to spread Your Spirit

to spread You and

shine You to others.

You fill me up

///

You fill me to the brim, overflowing

You are my gas, my fuel, my engine

You are my oil, the source of of what I shine

my fuel

You fill me up every day

I spread what you give and

You only give more.

More to give

more to spread. There is only more

You fill me up

Shopping

by ekoileman, posted in poetry, writing

lights and music bright.

Hypnotize mesmerize,

stimulate and drain

the music captivates

numbs and dulls

joy and laughter

children running, people talk and laugh

go from place to place.

See what they have

see what this one has

racks of clothes,

candle sticks,

knives and movies

always rotating

a new ride

the hunt enjoy.

“Step bride up folks.” A rotating carnival

always new games

always new treasures to find.

To bind and blind and overstimulate

Chains unbroken

by ekoileman, posted in poetry, writing

They clink and rattle

they pull and strain

the heat to melt them burns my skin, It seems

I shake and scream

I know they dissolve

there are more there than I thought

they’ve wrapped me tight

Yet they break

they will not hold me forever.

I am bought with the blood of the Lamb.

I am covered

the blood soaks through

me and the chains

the binding dissolves

repeated sin strengthens them

my strength alone strengthens them

Rely on the blood

rely on His strength

rely on the blood of the Lamb

rely on that strength

The Good News

by ekoileman, posted in poetry, writing

Good news.

There is more than this life.

There’s more than just the flesh.

And the ones who made it all

flesh, and spirit, and everything,

pay for every mistake

that we ever did, or could make.

Those mistakes separate us from Him

and He paid for them.

He covered our bill.

//

The One who created all good things,

wants to give us better things

If we want to be with Him,

though being with Him is the best.

The doorway through which we enter

is His Son.

This is the good news.