The Sling

A mere sling it may seem..
That was what it looked to me..
Till its targets were never missed..
A bear and a lion it killed at once..
Maybe it is not what it seems..

A mere sling it may seem..
Yet it seems to save the meek..
The helpless and the weak..
And the gentle sheep I keep..
Maybe it is not what it seems..

A mere sling it may seem..
Yet its targets were oppressors,
He who comes to steal, kill and destroy..
The bear, the lion and the giant..
Maybe it is not what it seems..

A mere sling it may seem..
But, not to me anymore..
For I see not an object..
But an epitome of God’s love and power..
It is the Shepherd’s blood.

Amarachi Angela Ebisike
© 2020

Dominion

How do you explain the distress of nations
With fear and depress so much to mention;
Countries running helter skelter for help
Doctors wondering whether their impact will be felt
The media hunting latest news to saturate the air
Now the air is filled with Panic and too polluted to inhale
A decent handshake is enough to be suspicious
You flee when your brother clears his throat because you’re cautious
You adjust when your sister worships God in tears because even tears is contagious
So what do we make out of Romans 16:16 where the churches of Christ are sent with greetings of kisses?

Borders shut down for safety
Airports closed up for security
Social gatherings suspended
With no clue of revert intended
Economic activities are on hold
Even the weather seems uneasy to the face of this wanton unfold of a virus
Causing stampede to world powers in such a way that is disastrous
Introducing new words and giving the people new tongues
So it’s either you social distant, isolate or quarantine.

The next thing we heard was an announcement;
Every religious gatherings is hereby ordered to stop until further notice
A subtle penetration into the church that the ordinary mind may not catch
But we the soldiers of Christ as a strong army are on the march
We are not at ease in Zion.

That enemy touring the towns  like a  roaring lion
is incapacitated as we pray-a-thon;
His frustration keeps increasing as we speak in tongues
Of course, these are signs that the end is near
But we are not engrossed in fear
We have the shield of faith with the word
We have come into oneness with the son
The confidence we have in the Father remains evergreen in our minds
As it is written, we are his witnesses from Jerusalem to the ends of the earth
So any other thing spreading from China to other parts is not a threat
For the birth of Jesus is a sure bet that we have been born to rule over death.

– Lady Nancy
(c) 2020

DEAR MeMBER

Because this is the roof, pillars, and blood.
Because I am comforted by the familiarity of your vagueness.

Because in this cosmos I can dream forgotten dreams and sleep will nurse me to greatness.

Dear Christ a poet person,
I want to thank you for your patient existence.
The coexistence of stars is only possible in a wide black sky.

Your bravery must not go unrewarded, making art of the message,
molding messes with massages, balm sometimes, bullet other times.

And because you are, I can be.
Free to fall, no fear for your love is gravity.
Holding me down yet helping me move.
Failure is never as beautiful as when done with friends.
Friends turned to blood.
Blood shared in the cup of Christ.
Christ whom we bleed as poetry.

And when I fear that the art form is dead.
That I am alone, the last of the legends.
That I may never become, for life be too loud in my ears sometimes.

I remember to thank you.
Dear Christ a poet person that dares to be creator in a world where Thanos’ abound.

St. Davnique

©2020

WHEN I AM DEAD

When I’m dead and my tombstone is among the press,
More than fame, did I hug the pressed?
More than religion, did I know deep rest
Or just live with my mouth open…
Never having enough?

Will they say I was circular, just because I circulated?
Will they call me gospel, because I mostly showed up in church clothes?
More than “famzing”, did I have family?
More than pain, did bring relief…
or was pointing fingers the point of hands?

The Niel

©2020

IGNITE

Ignite me
Set me off like a bomb, like a traveler
You’re the first step and the last
Breath, breadth and bread

Excite me
Throw me up like a baby in the air
You’re the gum to my laughter
sticking up for me
Sporting fangs for me

Incinerate me
Roar through me like a water out of a dam
Damned to your salvation because you “Ctrl+S’d” me

What am I?
You say I am son
Barabbas, Redeemed, a Winner
But what do you have to gain?
What does the moon have to profit from a lighter?

I am standing here,
with my hands up,
burning with your words.
Full of them, fool of then
Rebellious to the dark
Obedient to delight
and The Light

Waiting in worship, for you
To ignite me and incinerate me
Until I phoenix to your words.
The words that excite me
with the answer.

I am a believer, unable to esc…
Fired from my death
Hired by my life
Waiting…

The Niel

©2020

UNTITLED

Flaws or floors, stories or storeys
Moore or more, homey or homie
Capabilities or CaP abilities
I hope this is one of those true testimonies

4 years ago today…
Writer of Everyday Jesus, Blog-leader
About to become Third CEDARS President
Not to boast at all but
what else is counting my blessings

I didn’t return
The Light
It can’t be returned, deny it?
It chooses only those that he made to be about it
Happily happy I’m happening to people
And the Lord is gonna be praised
It’s bound to be said
Grace and peace are multiplied by the knowledge, it read.

How many is that?

The Niel
©2020