The Wall of Fog Does Churn and Reach

The Wall of Fog Does Churn and Reach

|Christianity|Aaron Blakeley

If the wall of fog does churn and reach If it breaks revealing the sun If creepy entropy robs my marrow If I find myself in peaceful rest If everything I own was suddenly dust If everything I own was suddenly gold If I captured a sunrise in a poem If I alienated everyone I know If it was suddenly illegal to be me If I am celebrated on high Though I be blessed Though I be cursed It is well with my soul

Creator of Leaves – A Poem

Creator of Leaves – A Poem

|Awe|Aaron Blakeley

Creator of Leaves - A poem - Aaron Blakeley- Blogger Writer Poet

Once in a restaurant after eating morning rays illuminating distant trees I lamented my being, not in the forest amongst the leaves How desire burned in me a deep sigh I have heaved from my responsibility, I longed for a moments reprieve And not to nap or be entertained To get lost in the embrace of nature and to consider the creator of this creature For in me and surely in you a wild abandon does loom To give yourself fully to that which caused life to bloom but for me and could be for you The untamed creator has offered a boon that he might take residence in me and you So I will rise and in awe consider distant ...

Deaths Nest – A Poem

Deaths Nest – A Poem

|Children|Aaron Blakeley

This is for children that I have seen Their legs move, and their frames careen Across the earth, till they lay to rest At a desk chair which is actually deaths nest.

Category: Children, poem, Poetry

Heart Full of Leaves

Heart Full of Leaves

|poem|Aaron Blakeley

A heart full of leaves - poem - Aaron Blakeley - Gideon in leaves

I do no rake my yard I do not mow it My wife loves a clean kept place, but my heart longs for nature to take all that order we people produce and dash it with attrition and careful vines that reach and stretch and crush and nash and mince and rot and grow and change and mature and die   With my heart full of leaves and light peeking through trees and a mind focused on the source of all these wonderful vistas and the beauty of a wife who’s nature is lovely So I will pay to have the lawn kept clean.

Category: poem, Poetry

White Robes, Read and Black Armor – Poem

White Robes, Read and Black Armor – Poem

|Fatherhood|Aaron Blakeley

Bathed in light - Poem by Aaron Blakeley

The lights are fluorescent The children are bored bathed evenly White robes, red and black armor It is a lovely game, Defend! Block and break brown and tope skin bathed evenly in White robes, red and black armor Little bodies, move and grow Disciplined with play skill not yet learned bathed evenly White robes, red and black armor They are warriors! Prepare! the world for us parental beasts It is hard and bathed evenly in truth. white light, red rivers, and black earth

The Great Cloth – Poem

The Great Cloth – Poem

|Christianity|Aaron Blakeley

The Great Cloth - Poem By Aaron Blakeley

I have seen a great cloth covering my light pin holes in the black cloth in constellations like stars what if I was like that me a cloth covering the light inside every like I chose to touch was another pin hole constellations form one source of light

Son of Mine I Know – Poem By Aaron Blakeley

Son of Mine I Know – Poem By Aaron Blakeley

|Fatherhood|Aaron Blakeley

Have been working with my kids a lot on manners but this applies to so much more. With foster or adoptive kids sometimes they come with so many things troubling them. I have see a child go from wild animal to troubled human to maybe one-day well-balanced adult. I have also been reading quite a bit of Shel Silverstein and thought that adding some artwork other than pictures to the poems and posts might be nice. Son of Mine I know Your manners are atrocious Son of mine you seem to know There’s food on your shirt And your furs grotesque You tear your food Son of mine you know Using your teeth like tusks You grunt and you groan ...

Stuck Eggs and Cheese

Stuck Eggs and Cheese

|poem|Aaron Blakeley

Stuck Egg and Cheese Featured Image - Poem By Aaron Blakeley

Synopsis I do a lot of dishes being a foster parent of a varying amount of kids can be difficult. Sometimes after dealing with meltdowns, homework, managing their chores and making sure we have fun I like to settle down to a nice large pile of dishes that need to be hand washed. Obviously, that is a lie, I would rather read, watch T.V., sleep or rock quietly in the corner and weep softly. I always try to remember that beyond this daily grind that some days seeks to turn me into a fine dust, there is an eternal purpose. That the dishes that I am about to wash, the stuff that they are made of is created just like me. ...

Category: poem, Poetry, Worship

What Is Real Treasure

What Is Real Treasure

|poem|Aaron Blakeley

What is Real Treasure - Poem Aaron Blakeley

Around the proverbial campfire Fueled by the thermal decay of culture and civilization The sky was dark, and the stars turned lazily Cold and deep as the void. Is it the void? Two humans sit you and me Huddled together for warmth Greedy, hungry the fire sustains us Warm and bright like withering innocence Is it youth? You and I discuss values Under a blanket that is priceless Us made of the very same material as everything Science only can discover our frame Is it knowledge? We are together though we mostly despise We love to expel words against each other Walls made of only mouths Not a single ear Is it people? On this proverbial campout With our cosmic ...

Category: poem, Poetry