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1 / 2 "Thoughts On" [poem]
by poet Eck, C. T.
I thought it would be nightmare
The thought of missing or losing you
It was premature and immature
The thought crossed as a dream
I envisioned us conversing and interacting
It was only in sleep at night
In thought I awoke that you are my test
Whether you are the best for me or even mine
It was before I had prayed so I stayed
By thinking I meditated the you of your
In figuring and spiriting the pictures I had kept in my mind
It was that I found place to consider and notice again
Thoughts are turned on and tuned in
No less burgeoning I am that we are both sprouting turns on
It not only seemed that of all but it was the wholesome truths in our scapes
Deep thoughts like poetry filled our meeting
Since I had planned ahead I planted my half to fill our kisses
It was not until afterwards last time so this wait I bud and blossom
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2 / 2 "Shoelaces" [poem]
by poet Eck, C. T.
The two questions I and ye -oh- see:
What do you want ? & What can we do ?
On scene, seeing
One aims out or in a way all-out
One looks inside or in going coming along
The latter and the former
Like gospels and acts
Lives of yet another side
When it is that I see me in you
We will to feel so ecstatic
The physique of physics relay outlay
When there’s no answer
Lord, I will wait for your salvation
Where answers grow
God, I will know it was for abiding
God’s knowledge of me
And like Job’s consecrated nuance
Comes collective to our conscience
Leaves room for our feet
Within the shoes of our passion
The Law like shoelaces
Though even in knots of messes
Require careful hands before lacing
Or time to untangle afore tying
We will get our shoes upon suffering
While believing high called prizes
The sun differs a star I in bethinking twinkling
Sometime like glory is not exactly mercy
Bodily resurrection like shoes still to come
Naked feet now but concentrate on your crown
Leaves plenty of sunshine because
Saved sinners go upward to Heaven
Then eternal life starts now in my eye a glint of sparked flint
God knows the path I take and the socks are bunched stretched space
As I child I taught at myself to tie my shoes
Doubt less by watching dozens times others for me
Now I know too to ask ‘where should I go’ spending
What You want me to do & Where precisely to exact that I stay
Faith accessing grace beyond law in believing
Calling across the sky to fulfill upon beginning
Turn it – this – to Christ
It is right there because He is right on
We will get our shoes
Will it be evil or good that you use?
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