My Heart Aches | #NaPoWriMo

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I dream of a land of violence and passion
My land holds my history
My land keeps my secrets
And at the end My land is full of death and life
I dream of baking sunshine
A place where I sit on rocks and am
Deaf at the ocean’s roar
My eyes see far and vision has no borders
I dream of the cold reptile
It slithers along with a gentle danger
This serpent is like my land I dream of
Cold, warm, death, life, history…

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Loss | #NaPoWriMo

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i lost myself this morning
i forgot who I had become
i slept to escape the reality
i woke to a blank page
Now I have the freedom
I have unlocked the doors of my prison
I have become childlike
I have found my dreams
I stand on top of a cliff top
Space falls away from me
I close my eyes and my heart stops
I step out and the heavens await me

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Who stares back at me? | #NaPoWriMo

I stand in front of a mirror
The reflection is watery
I peer at the mirror of my decisions
I am swallowed into the waters of reality
I have let the image swallow me
I fell into the world’s deceit
Dreams are unfulfilled, childish
I lost them to become an adult
Now I stand in front of their mirror
I feel like I am in a circus
I do not know this person in front of me
My fist smashes through the lie
Who stares back at me now?

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Your Robes | #NaPoWriMo

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You allowed me a touch,
I stretched out my hand to grasp Your hem
In that moment I knew my weakness
I was overcome by sorrowful joy
Tears of forgiveness fell from my eyes
As Your embracing Love cleansed my soul
There was so little of man left
As Your Spirit flooded the gates of mine
How do I keep hold of Your robes?
But to call out to You and beseech You
Master, Father, Saviour of my Soul
Redeem this small servant before you
Willingly I shake free the shackles of earth
As I surely enter the throne-room of the King
I bow before my Creator in worship
For this is the purpose of my breath
Tarry not too long Lord
For my soul thirsts for You.

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Temptations | #NaPoWriMo

Daily I am faced with arrows of temptation
My flesh is weak and unwilling
I look at my reflection in the mirror
I am filled with shame at my wickedness
Lord I long for Your daily washing of my soul
I long for the life-giving tears to wash my sin away
Daily the world wishes to defeat my flesh
But Lord I cling to Your Word made Flesh
I fall prostrate before your throne
Crying out Abba Father, Your will not my own
Lord I cry out for your boldness
I cry out to be scorched with the Flame of Life
Daily my flesh fails me and makes a deceiver of me
I thank You Lord that Your Spirit has overcome
The poison of the world’s arrow is dull
I will not be afraid or dismayed, I hand over to You Lord

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The Depths and The Breadths, Psalm 139 | #NaPoWriMo

The earth trembles and breaks open
Thunderbolts with the sound of giant cymbals
Clash and echo all around me
Lightning flashes as the earth tears her womb
There is a rent in the soil beneath my feet
I smell burnt sulphur of fear in the air
My body cries out in fear with my heart racing
But my spirit sings in triumph and awe
As the cry of a newborn is issued from my lips
“Messiah! Holy One! Lamb of God! Jesus Christ!”
Excitement flows through me in waterfalls of joy
As I am wrenched from this place by a force as gentle as a breeze
With the power of an ocean. I arise.
In this place – It shall be done
Amen

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Ruined | #NaPoWriMo

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He was a man on the streets
Covered in nothing but filth and shame
They held their noses closed
Thanking God that wasn’t them
Even the corpses in their grave
Were offered compassion and love
This man belonged to the undead
And his name was ruined
He was a man with two feet in hell
And a drowning mind swallowed in evil
All he saw before him was darkness
All they saw in him was darkness
Coming to the end of Hope’s road
He looked around and saw nobody
Falling down he wept one last time
Yet no tears fell from hardened eyes
Looking down from above
Was an angel covered in love
His face wreathed in a smile
“Seek ye first the Kingdom of God
And all these things shall be added to you”
Then the man’s hidden heart opened
As heavy tears fell from his eyes
Where he had no hope, now he was joyful
The darkness fled as love’s light
Embraced his weary soul…
“Seek ye first the Kingdom of God”

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The Servant, 33

tired and dusty,
– i have walked the streets
of despair and adversity –
blinded by the storm’s drumbeat
looking for a place of rest
i stumble into a stable;
my heart filled with unrest,
my instincts that of an animal.
i find straw for a bed
(not aware of Him)
i lay down my heavy head
and the world grows strangely dim:
i feel strong hands
gently lifting my weak, filthy body
i battle to understand
– Who would dare touch me so lovingly?! –
i fearfully open my eyes
finding myself in an empty manger,
i look into the eyes of The Crucified
as He kneels before my crude manger.
slowly He holds my feet
and in a gentle caress washes
clean the dirt and the grime of the street.
tears run down my cheek in ugly blotches,
– full of shame –
i watch as they fall
On the shoulders of Him who became
The Servant so that I may be called Royal.
Smiling – he wraps my feet
in royal cloth of white –
He wipes the trail of tears from my cheek
and tenderly embraces me in His Light
I succumb to His Love – newly cleansed and replete

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