June 17th, 2021,


Hello, My name is Niel and these are the ChristaPoet Freestyle Sessions. This year, ChristaPoet wants to give you a special perspective to our freestyles. At first, some of these poems were published as stand-alone pieces. But in actuality, each poem is an untitled part of a freestyle session. Each freestyle session is given a topic for the poems to address.

This is one of those that freetyling started the day before. The itch to scribble was incessant and spontaneous. A day before the 18th, at 9:40 AM, TC wrote:

I never knew what life was

I thought I knew
Help me live this life
That you’ve given me
Like a child who has never lived mortal life
This life you’ve given me
Is weaning me from my milk diet
The only life I’ve ever known


I never knew what life was
I thought I knew
Till you gave me one
And everything tasted better
Like my taste buds were made for this
Now, I’m like the child Oliver twist
needing more and can’t seem to get enough
You make life make sense


I want some more
Now I know better coz this tastes alot better
Going back to my former diet
Tastes like death
I need you coz you’ve got the recipe
To this dish, called life
And I like the way you dish it out

Freely, in abundance

But this was before I unveiled the topic: Way maker. Tell us, do you think he wrote in alignment?

At 7:08 AM, Zoe Ziva wrote in:

The One who makes a way without bricks nor sand

Stepped right into me and gave me the same ability
So I stand before the water and tell it to part

Stand before the rock and water responds.

The way is no longer a question
The maker is the same
We know who He is
J.E.S.U.S The Christ, living in our hearts.

But TC wasn’t done. He came at 7:24 AM: .


..light in the darkness
That is who you’re
Path-paving on the highways of redsea
Layer of asphalt on the sea of galilee
Builder of ramps with the high walls of jericho
Taken up to flight on heavens airways
No need for doors, walking through walls is the norm.

*continues morning devotion

Very amusing…he gave us a glimpse into what he was doing. You can then almost picture his mind’s perspective. At 9:07 AM Godswill chimed in and said his piece:

I have thought so long and written much
About Peter feet-skating on storms
I can’t fathom that what was required was a word

My awe at the wonder that is Jesus
Stems from the multiplicity of manifestation
To an ever consistent identity of awesome

How he chisels pathways of peace on my stony heart
How he calls me out on faith courses with his thorough word so sure
And just like sinking Peter, I don’t regret walking with the waymaker

Sometimes, poets write exactly what you want to read.

9:35 AM, I wrote into the fray:

WayMaker

Caretaker, building me to window I preached and then I am stoned
Chairmen sit, they’re bored of directors but I am throned
Made king to serve in Church, right where I was shown
The seed to sow to grow and be grown
And all this was impossible

I sit elected by the grace you have to celebrate
He overdosed me with the same, the G.OD innate
And I could have died
Because I lied when I said I can make the heights
Pawn I be too, I need the hand of God to fight


WayMaker
DayMaker
Chain breaker
DeathSlayer
TimeKeeper and TimeHolder
The start and Finish

I guess it’s Sapa and a demon wey dey lie give us
Guides and Maps are found in Christ wey you carry give us

I think my lines were more amusing than profound, although no one was so lacking in profundity.

I believe that if you had read any of these poems on their own, you would get a part of the picture. Now you see them together, I think it’s a more wholesome picture. Tell us what you think, and see you next time.

Authors:
TC
Niel Quchi
Zoe Ziva
Ezeonyeka Godswill