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.
I had told you in the first part of this piece, that these poets wrote 18 poems on this day, 25th February 2022. I want to do a sort of back and forth with the period that I draw pieces from. This time, I am continuing my account of a more recent time.
The topic is Regeneration.
And I bring you Zoe Ziva, writing at 10:33am, on the 25th of February:
That same Spirit that raised up Christ from the dead, heal your mum and heal my pastors wife too.
Vitalizing, regenerating, nothing broken, nothing missing.
Cardiac arrested, arrested the evil one, our prayers will not cease, this peace will not rest in this, for she will see the light of day on earth, stand on her two feet, her memory will reboot, amnesia would not be a name.
Your mum’s eyes will regenerate, God’s healing balm still has Gilead on it, now it resides in our heart.
Our faith will rise, our hands lifted, we do not forsake our own mercies, we choose to trust in The King rather than observe Lying vanities.
Since I’ve been younger till now that I’m grown, I’ve always seen that faith always wins.
Even in our time, this testimony would be so.
And at 11:05 AM, the Elegant and Elusive Imani Dokubo:
I join you in prayers
I agree with you in faith
Her sight is restored
Her healing permanent
She sees clearly
The goodness and mercy of our God never runs out on her
We rejoice not in the future but now, for the end we have seen clearly.
Again, let me paint the context. So, one of us, Ade, had just written a freestyle spurt in which he indicated that his mother had just undergone surgery. We all subsequently dove into praying for her through our poetry…very touching stuff.
At 11:08 AM, Aebube with the kiss kiss emojis, wrote:
Just a turned ignition and boom
Men set off in tripedation
It’s not a holy feeling, the jitters are killing slowly
It made me sorrow only
Tell me I’m going to heal really quick from this fear and trepidation, this isn’t some perdition
Of course it isn’t
For Christ paid the ultimate price so I’m forever freed from its shackles
My life is not on hold I’ve been unshackled from the chains of fear, the word alone regenerates me
For he has not given me the spirit of fear but of sound mind and power
Who I’m to agitate about tomorrow’s out come when Yahweh is there
He is the way, the truth and the life, for him alone I mount with wings like an eagle yet do not faint
My strength renewed, no cent used.
She posted that, and after a few minutes, at 11:50 AM, she continued:
They tried to bury me
For the third time I’m being covered with earth
So much they didn’t know
Ohhhh men carefully calculate
With vigour they plan our undoing yet
Ignorance deprive them of their sight
They can’t see right
Though all calculations seemed just perfect
They buried themselves and thought they’re done for, here we’re spouting a leave
With our lips pouted in mockery
They’re left in awe
Our God’s way smarter
We’re his seed buried to regenerate
Just like him we rise
Again and again we’re crowned with Victory to stay above and not beneath.
And then, my darling MeerahZoe, wrote this at 11:53 AM:
What’s more beautiful than a birth?
The beautiful promise of a second chance
A do over when you’re done over
Twice I’ve lain in the fetal position
The first time oblivious to my existence
The second time wanting to end it
See pain is selfish, you only feel it when you’re self focused.
The man who invented diversional therapy would be out of business otherwise.
Twice I’ve lain in the fetal position
The first time oblivious to my Father’s company
The second time too self-seeing to see Him
It’s easier to ask for a break and a do over,
Blaming the God who supposedly didn’t give it
Than it is to see that the new life He gave you is all the practice you need to be reborn
But pain is selfish, and I would rather reject His comfort than put in the work.
Our faith walk however is sometimes like school, you don’t get past any stage without doing the work.
Standing on my feet again, I hope the sight of the ground from this angle is enough to remind me the next time
That a righteous man can fall seventy times
And rise up seventy times.
Today’s article has consisted strictly of women. I did not really plan that it should be so, but so it has come to pass. Today also happens to International Women’s Day. It makes me wonder, is there a local women’s day?
We hail the woman; for her tenacity, patience, kindness, beauty and industry.
Happy International Women’s Day