Arumcapille Ime

Arumcapille Ime Glorifying King Jesus through poems about life and scripture:
"A servant of the king above,
A simple slave, captive of love."

03/19/2026

From the archives:
"Sterile Mirror"
Saturn loomed, enthroned high in sky,
As I sat in room of white.
A bed bore leaden, failing form
But hope sat high on golden throne.
Wisdom’s crown flowed around his head,
That halo shining aged light,
It framed an image of his Lord,
I heard completion sing her tone.
That man that did not have a heart,
He bore the largest one I knew –
And that needle that pierced his arm
Now looked to me an ancient nail.
His bed was formed a different art,
A wood that once a savior slew.
His eyes reflected sea of dawn,
And for that shore he did now sail.

03/11/2026

From the Archives:

"Bloodmoon"
When lunacy is doused in blood –
When silver turns to red.
When darkness swallows light’s last hold –
When light itself seems dead.

Can hope abide in lunacy,
Or swim in sea of blood?
We look across that sanguine sea,
And see but the red flood.

But could that be, a point of light –
A form upon the waves?
Who is this walking upon might,
Who minds not darkest days?

He pours forth light upon the sky,
And hope returns again.
The tide of blood begins to fly,
And life returns to men.

02/28/2026

"Atlas"

We stand here at the rocky gates,
Beholding Atlas's vigil.
A single man in sorry state -
Standing stark against the sea wall.

His muscles strain against the weight,
Of rock and stone, of earth and sod,
For this the burden he calls fate
Has now become to him a god.

Must we ever look upon him,
Striving for the vastest burden?
Why must these loads lie so close in
That we always try to seize them?

I turn and see another's strain
Under a weight of more than wood -
At first a yoke, but after pain,
But crown upon his head is good.

I look upon that heavy tree -
A load that Atlas could not bear -
And there in ancient words I see
The one who holds our every care.

02/19/2026

From the Archives:

"The Fire"
I thought of the fire as place to avoid,
A torment, a refuse, a dark empty void.
I lost myself in those pits, in that fire,
Helplessly sinking in that deadly mire.

Then I met you, and am no longer the same,
Transformed by your grace, now in love with your name.
The things of this world no more hold this soul down,
He has traded my fate from pauper to crown.

Now into the fire I journey again,
With your joy in my hand, and you as fast friend.
For close I will feel you in hottest of flame,
The searing of flesh bringing forth your great fame.

11/19/2025

"Freedom"
A ship journeys upon the seas,
Roaming where winds take berth.
She finds when taken by the breeze
A shore with wreck bound to the earth.

“Hello, there friend,” She calls in song,
“How come you here, upon these rocks?
Can I help to free you from bond,
And return you back to healing docks?”

“Am I bound?” The wreck replies,
In an ancient, creaking voice.
“I like my view from up above,
For this peak is the place I love.
The beach is here, and I am queen,
Over all things that I have seen.”

“But do you not want to be free?”
The ship inquires, “To roam the sea?
Do you not want to dance in time with wave,
Instead of dwelling in your grave?”

“But I am free,” the wreck declares,
“For I myself chose this lofty perch!
I am the queen of all I see -
I now sit here above the sea!
No sailor can move me away
From this place that I chose to stay!”

“Oh, queen of beach,” the ship entreats,
“Are not there rocks within your hull?
Do you not long to leave your peak,
To again roam the storm and lull?”

The wreck sings as if lacking cares,
“Why should I want to leave the church,
That I have built unto myself?
Would you have me abandon wealth –
Do you not say I sit as queen
Above all things that I have seen?”

“Do you claim to love this marred place,
With these shards of knives in your flesh?
Are you lost that you would replace
A prison’s bars for the wave’s crest?”

“Begone, oh blind one, past my land,
For you cannot see truth within
The words that truly flow from me -
That I have freed myself from sea!
You call me wreck who rules the land,
Because you are jealous of my sand!”

And so the ship unfurled her sails,
To flee away from dying shore.
The wreck scoffed as she heard her wails,
As she turned to recite her lore.

And as she sailed, the ship then sung -
For walking on the waves was sight -
Here on the sea was loosened tongue,
To truly weep her sister’s plight.

03/20/2025

From the Archives:

"Colors of Love"
In ashes black I walk alone,
Unworthy to come before the throne,
But king has paid my mountain debt,
Has saved my heart from fire and death.
How great a king to die for wretch,
To die for arrow not worth a fletch,
Sword shattered and rusted beyond repair.

In blood so red I swim alone,
A man unworthy, a heart of stone.
But lamb has bled to bring me life,
To save my life from dark and night.
How meek a lamb to take my place,
To save a traitor to run your race,
A coward afraid to see your face.

In mists of gray I walk with you,
But oft I loose my thoughts too soon,
For shepherd guards my every step,
To keep my life from snare and net.
How strong a guide to light my path,
To turn aside my heart from wrath,
To mold a soul to love, to last.

In robes of white I walk one day,
Free of all of sin’s dark chains,
Free to love my God so high,
To live in him and no more die.
How marvelous his love for me,
How beautiful this mighty king,
Who reigns now over all that breath.

02/11/2025

"False Cupid"

Will we not be free of hardened hearts,
That think they are alive?
Can veiled of lust overcome wanton scars
Or will man’s love still die?

Can these lost not see their precious lies,
That Cupid is their god?
Will they be Cannan, their Lord despise?
Invite their father’s rod?

Even sons of Israel fall down
Before Cupid’s false darts
Should not sons of truth wear true crowns,
Not foolishness impart?

Lord, cleanse our lives of the love of ‘love’,
And let us truly see,
That you alone bring love from above,
And lavish it, cast free.

01/24/2025

"Seeing Double"

A beggar sits beside the road,
Still fit to bear a load,
Yet thinks himself a wiser soul
Than he who fills his bowl.
Scorning men who his fate descry -
Mocking those passers-by -
While holding the awl to his eye.
Praying for vision’s sky,
Plunging steel deep into his soul –
Bartimaeus’s foil.
‘Will not a doctor walk this way,
And see this dying clay?
Can no one save this double-blind,
Heal his eyes and mind?’
A surgeon comes, the lord of health,
To bring his knowledge, wealth.
He brings to him a double sight,
To match his former plight.

"The Body (1)"A shadowed room, the church appears dead,Silence shrouds the place his words were read.Where is the chorus...
12/30/2024

"The Body (1)"

A shadowed room, the church appears dead,
Silence shrouds the place his words were read.
Where is the chorus of beating hearts?
The room is dead when we are apart.
Just as that tomb lay so dead, inert,
This shell lies as if six feet in earth.

But where is his body, hands, and feet?
Not here, for it has risen complete!
Earth does not shake as in time before,
But the body still dances outdoors:
The stone dares not stand a second time
Against the body of king divine!

10/27/2024

"Forge" - A Meditation

A rock may be an ugly thing -
Dull, common, worthless, plain.
Could peasant’s hand find fitter cling,
More fitting cousin claim?

Yet seen within is something more,
Mystery to you and I -
The master sees within the ore
To form his work of eye.

Rock is crushed to make it his own,
To bring out worth and light.
The crucible the saving thorn -
Rock becoming golden, right.

Yet men of rocks, who fear the flames,
Tell now, why then do you fear?
Does not the master-smith now aim
To remove your every tear?

Be plunged within the fire’s light,
Let the drops of dross take flight!
For the we are pure to now take form,
No longer to be broken, torn.

As hammer falls and sparks take wing,
As dull shines bright and metals sing –
A piece formed in its master’s mind,
Beautiful, every curve and line.

Quenched once in blood to set its task,
To ever set it towards that tree -
Second sanguine plunge to perfect -
At last in perfect shade to rest.

09/17/2024

"Diminish"

Let what men see when we walk abroad,
Not be the glory of these men,
But only his cross and blood.
Let every ounce of pride
Be flung far aside!
All fades before
He who knows
Our life -
Christ.

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