Poem: “Exile”
By: Eric Gajewski
From the Work, “Fortress of the Soul”
Apocalypse
(Revelation) 1:9
I John, your brother and your partner in tribulation, and in the kingdom, and patience in Christ Jesus, was in the island, which is called Patmos, for the word of God, and for the testimony of Jesus.
Please enjoy and share my latest poem from the work, "Fortress of the Soul"
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Poem: “Exile”
I John, your brother and your partner in tribulation, and in the kingdom, and patience in Christ Jesus, was in the island, which is called Patmos, for the word of God, and for the testimony of Jesus.
Please enjoy and share my latest poem from the work, "Fortress of the Soul"
Please play the video below and listen to the song as you read the poem, Ave Maria!
Poem: “Exile”
On this here Isle
I, Eric John, behold with mind’s eye
Where the Wind speaks gently
Where the dead bury themselves
Where open caskets talk of the new
man to arise
Where pausing to see the other true eagles
fly
Is a blue sky painted above
With Thy Word written, “My Will
Signifies”
I, too, counted seven churches
I, too, like John am ordered to
write
Blessed is he who readeth
Blessed is he who heareth
The tongues of Truth’s Fire
From times past which prophecied…
I, too, wrote unto modern day Ephesus
And found their “new apostles” were
of the Liar
Here, inward, but not alone, wherest
no more wast time
I, too, saw men from every nation
and tribe
Nigh, all united as One
I, too, was in spirit
As the Wind came in my weakest
moment
To lift me unexpectedly from behind
I, too, sat amongst the seven
candlesticks
To contemplate Thee with hair pure
white
I, too, sat amongst the worlds
waters
To see thy reflection from the Son
above that shine
I, too, wrote to the Remnant of
Smyrna
Who are persecuted by the Synagogue’s
delight
I, too, write to the Church of
Pergamus
Who have left the Faith wherest His
doctrine is denied
I, too, admonished the Church of
Thyatira
Who took in Jezebel and thought their
feet walked the straight line
I, too, saw Sardis with the seven
spirits of God and spoke
By ye watchful and strengthen have
this always in mind
I, too, came to Philadelphia with
the Key of David
To announce the victr’y over the
Synagogue and later watched its demise...
I, too, came to Laodicea with Truth
as faithful witness
Only to see thy laxity which angered
His Eyes to chastise
Whence in thy sight Love too convicted
me
For my right hand could seemingly do no right
And so O’ Lord I fell upon Thy Sword
Which split my surface and sparked
in my heart new Life
An eagle found now in this Great
Tree
Hidden in inward Paradise
O’ Light! Send forth thy seven stars
To watch over me in this lonely
night
For Thy Love is forthright and all
the while still mystery
Thence, who wouldst dare to approachest
Thee?
But lest I faint, I walk as nothing
in this soul’s fight
And climbed upon these cliffs to this
Mountain of unbeknownst height
Wherest He would rapture me up into
flight
Wherest He would command me yet
again to write
“Am I not greater than your fears?
Is thy heart now not made whole
by the shedding of My tears?
And I lowly sinner with head down wouldst
return to plight
O’ Beloved of souls, every once in awhile
The jagged rocks wouldst echo my interior
cries
To only know if my work hadst been
pleasing
Or was I simply wasting my own time
For howst cruel is this life’s “why’s”
How attractive is the lands far off
Yet only draws us in with lies
How endless is Thy Sacred Heart
Which every heart must pass through
On Your seas wherest drowning is not
possible
For in Thy Love no man dies…
Thus, through thy Straight
My ship came upon Your Way Narrow
To this here Isle…
Wherest Love is sought through
inward violence
Wherest the self altogether must die
And be buried deep beneath the
surface in solitude and silence
For I have seen many come and go
No longer wanting to call this life
home
But I see the many who do not stay
For today you say all remains the
same
As the new tomorrow of “you” slips
on by
Yea, sometimes all you get in this
life is just one try
Nay, behold He cometh with the
clouds
It is true we never know how our own stories
will unwind
Thus, do not in this world confide
Remain in charity with open eyes
For whilst the deaf, dumb and blind
Are quick to stagger on the surface along
as prisoners “freely”
I, remain, as His captive, alive,
Hidden away on this Eagle’s Island
called “Exile”.
Thy Love, which hast written my
heart’s story from start to finish
Thy Love, more beautiful than this
earth’s last sunset
Wherest
on the other side of this “veiled” life and my final breath
Awaits
the eyes of a bride “locked” in charity
Paralyzed,
in forever gaze, which close no more unto death!
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