Tag: Angel

Expecto Patronum

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My Patronus is a dove or a zebra by his stripes
Enemies abound but my Jesus is alive
One mention, heaven posts on my account
Ancestral blessings too numerous to count
Bankai, second coming better catch you acting right
What’s a curse with my PhD in Christ?

Deliverance or Delivery, depends on what you’re carrying
Specie of the baby, makes the pregnancy to tarry on
I’m a Jesus Baby, ask God what it really means
And blame Christ for zipping power in my genes.

Time and Blood, Lord I rest on your Word
I shrug off death for your resurrección

Soldier with a Cross made of ordinary people
Soldier with a Cross nailed fearful to evil
This is non-fiction, Hallelujah in a dance
Angels and Demons all trust his assurance,
The Holy Spirit is wholly assurance
—Luxuriously eternal insurance

They say that a fall comes right after pride
Yes I did fall in love, and My pride is the Lord’s light.

Godzniel
©2026

TALE OF THE HEAVENS

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Far away
Away as the waters that once finds its dwelling at shore

How far is far
Are you talking about endless oceans or a stary sky?

I have lost my rhythm at the sound of the endless ocean
Scared to trace the pathway
Which I once trusted as the Broadway

The way to the Broadway can be deceptive
But we are receptive to the leading of the rhythm within
The one that leads to the path of life

The path of life
The crown of eternity
Grizzled with Gold and emerald
Joining the Herald
The cherubs and seraphs in the song of redemption

The very redemption that liberates
The one that exposes me to my strengths
The joy is unending
This song ushers me to rivers of living water

Most times I hear more about angels singing
But poetry is hardly talked about
Does the angel write?
Is poetry their kind?

If they ever wrote I wonder what colour the words displayed
But I think to myself, if Christ is a poet then maybe their is a trace that leaves clues

Maybe they write in blue
Or green, or pink,
No, I think golden, because of the golden scroll
Maybe not
Maybe black or brown or no color
Maybe their ways is a mystery to unravel

I think a greater mystery to unravel is the way they study their master through us, the chosen once, the once who have given themselves to the Word

It teaches me the true way of a living master
That conquered me in my rebellion
Adonai
That divided the river Nile

The Niles hear and see
They are receptive to the masters voice
Same way they can be with ours
Cause the signet has been placed on us

Imani Dokubo
The Alchemist
© 2019