Perpendicular

Yes its written, and so?!
We will do what we do
How can God understand,
How it feels here on lands?

Soon he comes by the clouds
Tearing all of the shrouds.
And He left us the way
Did he fore-see today?

All the good and the perfect
Is our duty to project
But we have to scrape, scrape away
All the garbage in the way.

If we say we’re born of God
Then we do the work
Not because of words of air
No because of who we are

Let his punctuations puncture
Me of thoughts without his future.
And let his verbs reverberate
Into the deeds I perpetrate.
He’ll paint my adjectives
And because he lives
I am a noun named
Only by the breath he penned.

Still the choice is really
Made individually.
I’ll think the way he does,
Am sticking to the Words.

A Peace of Him

No doubt, I was troubled. Too much and half. My heart was afraid. You see, I sulked in my misery for my world was filled with chaos. So don’t blame me. Hearing him say he would leave me soon didn’t help matters even though he promised never to leave me an orphan
He never did actually and in exchange of my troubles, he gave me his first gift – peace and the second – peace still.
       “My peace I give to you and my peace I leave with you”
I never understood this man Jesus, the son of David, the said king who would freely give himself to die miserably on the cross.This confusion and season brought me to the beginning “his birth”.
Unto us he was born and unto us he was given but his birth was never his beginning. Mysterious. He was in the beginning of the creation but still he’s marked the beginning of when he “God” came to be with us. Emmanuel. You see, I figured things out when I realized he is the same, yesterday, today and forever. This born king was simple for he had to be carried to safety when Herod went insane with malice and hate. I mean, where was the crowned prince’s guards and macho men and to think he chose a capenter for a father. Herod was not to be blamed for Jesus was declared King as a child – the son of Joseph the carpenter who wasn’t related to Herod the great. I know now truly that the light shone through the darkness and the darkness comprehended it not. Did it? It didn’t for the very star that shew the three wise men the way were so large and clear making other stars become a mist in the cloud. Poor Herod! For the innocent child was never born to contest with his throne, his throne was divine, made of mercy and peace. Rather than carving his name on precious stones, he carved it in the heart of men.
So you don’t wonder why he was called Wonderful, Counsellor , The Mighty God, Everlasting Father and the Prince of Peace. In the increase of his kingdom, peace flowed to no end. So I imagined him in a manger desiring mercy and not sacrifice. This ageless king is transform less, never changes but changeth situations. When the world like Herod’s reign brought lamentations, weeping and great mourning, Rachael wept for her children, refusing to be comforted because they were no more.The killing of every male child from age 2 and below made them mourn their hopeless woe. I bet they never envisioned a king with open arms saying soothingly and affectionately
            “Come unto me ye that are heavy laden and I will give you rest.”
Wrapped in a manger, his peasant beginning  revealed his personality. He grew clothed in humility. Little wonder he needed to be identified with a betraying kiss for he wore no crown to distinguish him the “King of kings” from his disciples. You can’t get the birth of him out of your mind for his love is matchless and mercy limitless .
So I take a clue from him ,My King – if he says God has called us kings and a royal priesthood; therefore we are gods but we tend to be the opposite of gods – dogs which barks yet makes no impact for empty vessels they say makes the loudest of noise. If God be love we are transformed in the realm of gods until we love completely in sincerity. Love – the law and prophets. It is love that makes us God. He came to save us and his birth marked the very beginning of  the mission of love. This He says:
        “Blessed are the peacemakers for they shall be called sons of God”

#AllHailTheKing
#CindyDike

THE MANGER

I never expected anything like this

If there was to be a HAGGLE between my will and His I would never have BARGAINED for this
A strange being growing steadily in the belly of my espoused wife

-to-be

Born

-to-give

Life to His BRETHREN

Try having stone as BREAD-THEN you would see that this was not easy to swallow.

It seemed Mary was having a LION’s share of this predicament so I could BEAR to hang on for nine months, just so I would see what this little task that came by night would look like at TWILIGHT. My whole expectation of joy in marriage have suddenly been ECLIPSED by burden, like aligning the sun with the moon I was confused and groping in darkness, hoping that all of this SAGA just like my wife’s water would BREAK-IN-DAWN.
But then again, I had to endure another night of a weir wolf duel.

A tax payment trip to Bethlehem and Mary birthed Him. He who the angels proclaimed was to be named Jesus, Messiah, Holy One, I was in much anticipation I desired to look upon a God. I expected His birth to be like Glory rising, in royalty, magnificence I wouldn’t have been shocked if He was born with a crown to His head but instead when I looked in those eyes all I saw were twinkles.

Twinkle, little stars
I needn’t wonder what you are
For though you came from up above the world so high
Like a simple child you appeared in our lives

Right there, right then, I knew I had found a treasure, a diamond in a child so precious I would run half way across the world to keep Him safe from Herod. I protected a God, YES!!! I never had a normal marriage, but this junction is where my simple life of carpentry collided with God’s spoken word by His prophets and I became the one relevant carpenter in Bethlehem.

My name is Joseph

And I am here to tell you that as sure as darkness never outshines light, Though it might seem like the GOOD ROAD-HIGH SPEED-CAR RACING of your life is becoming a BAD BUMPY-SLOW MO-DONKEY RIDE, and you have fallen off the cliff into a stampede that leaves you picturing your MUFASA’s death, and it SEEM-BAD with everyone like dear uncle SCAR watching, remember that you are the KING’S SON and you would be the LION KING when all of this dust settles.

For no scar, no stampede, no darkness and no dust can outlive the one I have come to reintroduce to you.

I have come to reintroduce Him to you because it seems as those He gave His life to live are yet to realize that they have become living beings, still living off the leavens the Pharisees have been leaving them, leaving the love life left for them to live by the Living one, licking LIME and BITTER LEMONS, tasting but sour GRAPES allow me to heal your liver so you can take in His divine Grace for life in Christ is SWEET

ORANGES

He is THE VINE, you are His branches
If he is DIVINE that makes His branches same. Start acting like the Spirits you are 

Stop putting to shame your High priest. Just because your PLANE has crashed and you are LOST or you have been constantly SKIPPING MEALS like someone practicing for the HUNER GAMES doesn’t make God is dismayed in your situation see casts are going up you should give Him some credits

Make Him director, producer, script writer, let’s leave this whole movie to Him and do all that we have been called to “acting and costumes”

Dress up every day in full assurance that someone is in total control, His pain is your gain and I would say this again and again, JESUS ROCKS

The celebration of His first breath (CHRISTMAS) to the time He fulfilled His purpose should make you see the distance from a birth pang to an ‘it is finished’ on the cross so when your life becomes crossed and tangled always remember that God’s plans and purposed for people prevails

TRUST GOD NOT YOU, TRUST ONE NOT TWO, and He has spoken better things to abound for you in Christ now if you would put your whole faith on His ABIDING WORD nothing would be able to THUG at this.

Once again I am Joseph, the one relevant carpenter in history

God’s word, God’s sword, God’swill God will make you relevant wherever you find yourself today.

Listen to this, reason a bit

If LIFE ETERNAL could come in something as common as a manger, how ironically possible can God be in seemingly impossible situations?

God bless you.
#ucTRUTH
#AllHailTheKing

#AllHailTheKing (nqv)

For the invention of phones,
Facebook whatsapp 2go,
For my cousins and Friends,
Okpa, yogurt and bread,
for plantain and for beans,
some don’t know what this means.
But am praising the Lord
who I couldn’t afford,
but I got him for free,
like a slap in a crowd,
and he teaches aloud,
when am quiet enough,
I am caught in his love,
like a flame in a stove.
All bow to him,
who makes wild flowers a team,
who with no greater speech
made a star and leech.
All hail the King,
don’t wait to sing,
make noise and dance,
this here’s a chance,
He’s Lord of the Rings,
Circles circling him,
All hail the king

Allhailtheking

WE ARE ONE

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Northern rim
Rasmussen slides about, skating through snow, thinking of soon coming stars
Tonight, above us all, they’ll bubble brightly, billions of ’em
He’ll dream of us, let his eyes widen in wonder of a mass unseen, scattered abroad
In the States, Shawn shaves grass off its parked blockade, frees wind-stuck track of trash
Tomorrow, he’ll pack a block-buster sermon in Church, deliver punches on Christ’s redeeming crunch moment
He’ll look around, see faces, and stay dead-in-stare, stirring slowly for a wider world
Walls can’t keep Khalid’s speedy stream of serene thought, transfixed as He is, reflecting
He’s in the mid-east, but peace, though scarce without, rests within
He’s already been let out, his mind criss-crossing sand dunes to fine sheep-grazed plains far off
He, together with us, feeds off freely given gift, gives up self-ensconced cockpitting
One thoughtful spark from his heart leaps up and away, beating sea spans to find another
Connecting to Bilkisu’s, grating chilli, warming up by fire in chilly condition
Before now, she’s been lone ranger in a universe of mediocre exuberance
This minute , she thinks this thing betwixt and about her bent pounding position, more
A presence warming up, spicing it all up, making sweet dish of a dire shift
As she suddenly joyfully bursts out in brand new songs, praising, somewhere in West Africa
An awakening, this army of faithful followers bear witness to, a telling no distance ever contains
Wang dials Ajeh; they are held in divinely designed triad, fired up beyond Mandarin and Hindi
Katerina cries “Christ is Risen”, as bells clang, clock strike time to converge
From Valparaiso, with love

So together, all of us see the stars above, are awed by life designed by Divine Mind
Signs seen through space, regardless of time zones
Night or day, our praises rise like resurgent waves, our unity a praise
Thousands of miles apart, closer than a linking of hands
We are a life, a voice, a flame to illuminate
Let us, in oneness shine as saints, to show the world
Let them know that Christ is greater than creed, greed, boundary stones or skin tones
Christ is for us, all; Christ makes us his, makes us one.

BURDEN

How’s a life possibly turned inside out without touching it?
The feel tells us neurons are dying off, sense surfaces growing numb
There’s an exterior of sparrows cared for, plus plaques for fighting for top spot
Lots of them, lots of birds flying away
Dying embers, remember the ignition
The spark that started our living joyfully, dying selflessly
Today, its running really fast, the engine’s powering past the sixth mile mark
Change the stripes on that signpost, make it ‘feet’, fittingly, end-stone-post
truly, the birds are gone now, its just a silent owl howl, a ringing hark back

This morning, I saw my life again, in the mirror with black patched under-eyes
Old, renewed angst, plans slammed to pieces by own hands, lone stands
My failure, I wail, is me, me, yes me in the mirror, no other, infinite bother
Burden
I fall with abandon under its torture, it takes my mind, makes me bear it, do its bidding
Bow, cower, lose my sanity, my grip, even as my phalanges lock ever more tightly
I’m me, I’m fear-formed, fall-prone, done for
Dusk comes, sees me weeping under that neem tree, over meanly meted defeat
I fight to be me, so it means I’m still bound
Burden, oh burden, what burden drags my soul upon, yes, against thorns and thistles
To pierce and tear me apart, to leave me eternally distraught!

Finished, I leave my self for dead
Its the only way to be free from destructive weight
I resign to life, I put down the self centered sack slung across my back
A cross, not my type, but truly radical a cure
The price for freedom mine to take
To be in awe of, enthralled by, taken into, illuminated
Live out
The new burden, the one I now actively fall in love with.

COUCH POTATO

Day after day, I sit on the couch. My favorite place, and start watching. Hour after hour, I flip from channel to channel, I scroll with a smug on my face, I compare lives situations, circumstances, beginnings and endings. Of good people, bad, successful and the not. Creme de la creme, less priviledged ‘so cool! Ugh! Not cool!’, I say. Not realising, obviously I’m the worst. Unwatched, unlaughed at, even unfrowned at. Depend on what I’m given; smiling when smiled at, smiling when frowned at. My world full of plastic smiles. My future a gaping void, created by negligence, widened by overindulgence, and finally established by being a vision watcher- a couch potato. Then when life’s light goes off, my only memories will be fragments, of other people’s achievements. Then! I blame the couch! The economy! Every other thing! ….. Oh no! Can’t be my fault! Holding the candle for others, not lighting mine. When I wake from my terrible slumber, there’s already enough light, for all and sundry. As you percieve, they don’t need me. Such are the proceeds I get from trading my visions For a Couch!