some assemble them so fast
quick as lightning
quick as thought.
Words are native to their brain
no translation
nothing to be bought
for me, the exchange rate
of words
is time
Tag: poetry
Speak
words tumble they jumble,
they fall out my mouth
they collide and stumble
//
cough into gravity
crash and explode
bits of coherence —
Splinter
every witness
//
I tried to gather them together–my words
paint the picture I meant
gather the fragments
It’s already turning to cement.
//
Some must be left where they’ve fallen.
I cannot take them back.
I can rearrange,
reassemble;
but they’re setting fast.
//
They’ve already hit the eardrums
of those nearby,
some understand
some shake their head.
All just tilt their head and sigh.
//
a jumble of words,
incoherent
a mess
fragments of words
Privilege
I paid for the privilege of feeling like meat
and you choose to cast away what we might have.
//
I paid for the privilege of feeling elevated to meat,
I leave it behind for the possibility of you, and you
refuse it.
//
I have another who’ll not reject me,
another who’s pursued me forever
He’ll take what I give and then demand more besides.
//
To serve Him is a privilege I’ll always abide
To seek Him, His face, He’s been with me every moment.
He’ll not reject me, He’ll not leave me.
He already paid.
//
I paid real money for the privilege of feeling like meat,
But He paid for me,
He paid the cost of all of me.
He paid the price for everything I could ever be
and more.
//
It’s a privilege shared by all, but many refuse to call.
He respects my choices,
That’s part of the point.
I’d rather be chosen then left.
God of it all 3
God of the grieving, God of loss
God of comfort, God a moss
God of community, God of it all: too much to name any human lifetime
//
God of all prey, God of the hunt
God of the fisherman
God of the farmer
God of the rain and God of the hailstorm
God of the waves and God of the depths
God of the heights. God of the mountain peaks.
God of the cold and God of the heat.
Quietude
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.
//
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
//
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.
Value
My value is in God alone. I do not see my
greatness I seek it
I recognize it
but to be great is to
serve
illness
when sickness comes
weak is sure
the mind is fuzzy
all habits poor
He’s the God of it all 1
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.
//
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
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.
You lift the chains
You will lift the chains that
bind me
you free me from my bondage
you free me from the trap
I’ve
fallen in
to cleanse me from the
mud
you take me from the trap.
You heal my wounds.
Praise you Jesus. I praise you Father God
Martin Write 