Kindled Man A Poem By Aaron Blakeley

Kindled Man A Poem By Aaron Blakeley

|poem|Aaron Blakeley

The Kindled Man - A Poem By Aaron Blakeley

See the glow of flame The spark of understanding God’s truth kindled man Truth for coals Iron crucible for a belly Lungs as bellows A mind as anvil Thoughts as hot metal The story of the word smith a hammer My life forged a golem of worship The kindled man

Category: poem, Poetry, Thoughts

Don’t I Know You – A Poem By Aaron Blakeley

Don’t I Know You – A Poem By Aaron Blakeley

|Logic|Aaron Blakeley

I Know You - A poem by Aaron Blakeley

Where have I seen you before? Peeking in the window during my worst mistakes Jotting down my words and placing then in the seat of regret There you were watching with wet eyes You hated your job but laughed often You begged and pleaded with me Why when the waves wash over the shores Why when the squall knocks down the tent Why do I forget you immediately How lovely you are daughter of the word Your existence anchored in creation A thread of thought attached to God There are times where we are locked in step You with your eternal perspective Me with my existence & physical body You a sheaf of papers and a listening ear Me obedient ...

Category: Logic, poem, Poetry

Tiny Birds – Poem By Aaron Blakeley

Tiny Birds – Poem By Aaron Blakeley

|Tiny Birds|Aaron Blakeley

Tiny Birds A Poem by Aaron Blakeley

I love tiny birds, in Texas we have sparrows They hop around parking lots eating McDonalds fries For some reason, our parking lots are full of them When the voice of God finished creation A single note broke on a rock and made tiny birds They are happy to eat fries, bath in a puddle And be cared for by God Men, consider the birds.

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A Heavy Heart

A Heavy Heart

|Fatherhood|Aaron Blakeley

I could never do that I’d get to attached With a depth of belly and an eye like Charles Loring Brace I stoop I pick up these nuggets of pain, joy, sorrow and rejoicing. They squirm, sometimes they scream and turn red-faced. There are no orphanages in America we dismantled them. Now all the parts are in our homes or drifting in the wind. Accept the wind can not carry them. They are heavy Full of history, full to the brim with future. I elected to have a heavy heart the day I married My wife has needy children running in her veins from birth God transfused them into me. They run thick in my veins I pump them through ...

Anxieties – Poem by Aaron Blakeley

Anxieties – Poem by Aaron Blakeley

|Christianity|Aaron Blakeley

Anxieties - A poem by Aaron Blakeley

Every morning I awake to a fresh new day A gift from God in every way It is early and I step my feet to old carpet Avoid the spots I know are bad so I can ignore them The water comes on oh yeah the shower leaks under the tile So I smile and reach out with open arms towards God hoping for a lift Cast all my anxieties on him When they cling to me like they are hemmed into my skin How am I supposed to put down my age of 33 How it seems to arrived without fanfare or remorse. The first year where it is just another year. Or how I desire to be a ...

Photon Release – A Poem

Light has metaphor

|From Excited Atoms|Aaron Blakeley

Photon Release - A Poem by Aaron Blakeley

Heat applied to an atom Excited movement and photon release Light erupts from the source It travels so fast, faster than anything Faster than me, you, truth We are gifted sight The photons they collide with retinas Sparking mind with vision Seeing truth, reality, and a million ricochets Light has metaphor Truth collides with reality Exciting reality and erupting in light Faster than me, you, it is truth In this world we will have trouble In this life darkness will tempt Follow evidence, connect the points of light. Let logic, love and compassion in The metaphysical reality of humans Is revealed in the laughter of a baby It is show in the desire for kindness It is made known in ...

Poem: Sing Into The Dark

Sing into the dark

|The oil from pressed homes|Aaron Blakeley

Poem - Sing Into The Dark - Aaron Blakeley

I am no singer My voice is rough-hewn Cut from untrained ears Practitioner of nill This voice deep of wood Found a song to sing Soothing the young and hard They from dark circumstance Tears like embered ash Fall and sizzle on cheeks Clenched teeth and red-faced The oil from pressed homes With my voice I scold With my voice I sooth With my voice I correct With my voice I love Strong arms lift pressure Mill-stones of blood sin Deep loving safe coos You are loved sweet child In my sin I feel Hero like strength, will My deep song is loud My wooden voice proud What fills my marrow What animates me Am I the hero Am I the ...

All The While

All The While

|Christianity|Aaron Blakeley

This is perspective above all your worries and agenda Maybe your kid is bad at math All the while being created by God Maybe your spouse is to preoccupied to make love. All the while being full of God given purpose Maybe your boss is a real jerk All the while being adored by the one who hung the stars Maybe that man is a drug dealer All the while God tugs at his heart Maybe your foster son’s parents are neglectful wretches All the while God weeps bitter tears over them Maybe a youth that cut you off while texting All the while having been considered and thought about before the foundation of reality was laid. Maybe that client ...