The Comforter

When we met I gently opened myself and allowed him in, I couldn’t wait for him to explore my body and soul. 

Like an engine in need of oil I needed his lubrication to get me flowing. He didn’t disappoint, it’s not in his nature to. 

He touched me here and there, overwhelming yet satisfying I stayed put uttering words I was not taught to speak 

Devilish!

This must be devilish I thought 
Confused, I jerked up binding and casting, asking for forgiveness, I could imagine him in shock saying “what is my lover doing”?

I really didn’t care, my sanity was primary at the time. 

“Lord can you hear me” I screamed more 

“Do you consent to this”?

Silence was all I got until I looked down and saw the words Be Anxious For Nothing 

Suddenly it dawned 

The Spirit within 
The comforter 
The awaited day 
A new form of communication

by Imani Dokubo (2019)

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TALE OF THE HEAVENS

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

KINGDOM LEGISLATORS

The devil is not as smart as you’ve always thought he was. If you don’t believe me, ask him why he couldn’t kill Joseph’s dream and why he killed Jesus the Christ instead of sparing Him. As a matter of fact, he’s very bad at the game of chess; he doesn’t know when to kill and when to spare, very bad.

The devil is also very timid. He depends completely on human beings all the days of his life; if you want to be more tickled, ask the serpent if he’s content living on dust. Man is dust. The devil depends on the information and intelligence of man to carry out his enterprise.

When I say man, I mean regular human beings, those who are still a little longer than the angels.

However, if you are a child of God, then I think you’d want to hear what I am about to say next:

Matthew 5:13:

[13]Ye are the salt of the earth: but if the salt has lost his savour, wherewith shall it be salted? It is thenceforth good for nothing, but to be cast out, and to be trodden under foot of men- KJV

If I were to use Strong’s concordance to amplify this, look what it would sound like:

Ye are the prudence, the wisdom that the earth depends on but if no one can perceive your counsel because you seem foolishly faithless and clueless as the rest, haven’t you become a huge disappointment? Get ready because you would soon be disdained and contemned.

He made you a preserver, a seasoning for the world. You give life and taste to the world. Recall he’s raised you a king and a priest. Why? Here’s the answer: you have his life in you. He’s translated you from the slavery of sin and death to the kingship of life in him.

You are not just a mere human being with senses to help you live but rather a king to rule, a priest to ordinate so when you get in the mud of life’s issues, you can wriggle out and stand to affirm your desire. You should not be controlled by the system of this place. You are Christ’s ambassador operating with the heavenly system living heaven on earth.

See, the devil, he tries, oh yes really hard but we have got better understanding than to be held captive. Listen, the people the devil is depending on are clueless themselves. Deal shrewdly with them, the world and show them who got the counsel of the Spirit. Do not follow the band wagon of the faithless, those who are not sure about a thing. You’ve got the wisdom of the LORD, child of God. You have more wisdom than Solomon did because Wisdom Himself has made His home in you; He is Jesus the Christ. You know what to do and what to say each time, exercising your authority.

Needless to say, would you like to know one easy way to draw out what you got? Do not ever doubt the Spirit who is one with you in your heart because you are by default setting a legislator. Believe.

The just shall live by faith.

 

© Philippa and Favour Omeje,

 2019.

HELL IN THREE STANZAS

Hell is rebellion
Pulling plug on life source
Drifting off from Definition
Dissolving into nothingness
Like fading fragrance mocked
By the briefness of its glory days

Hell is silence, is crushing grieved cries
Of wild drunken raves, quiet robbery
And the cold indifference of a million Church pews
The stench of pious hatred
The rot of carousing infidels
And the carcass of juggling both these

Hell is bitter dead end to living sweet route mirage
Trap Disneyland, minus innocence
It’s the sick deal Christ scrapes off the table
Evil’s two faced grand joker
Swept aside by God’s deft Checkmate
Process reverse, death-to-Life card

Ikenna Nwachukwu Alexander
© 2019

LET’S MAKE MAMMA PROUD

The one; who sat and watched my infant head?
While I slept in your beautiful cradled arms.
The one who held me dearly, like a craft, never to be broken.
Pain is driven off in her arms, arms of love that never harms.
She cast away my fears and with loving warmth dries away my tears.
Her eyes are like stars to behold, they give me hope beyond despair.

When pain and sickness made me cry,
Touches from you made me smile.
I was nurtured like a plant to flourish,
Was polished carefully till I looked pretty and beautiful.
Guilty she felt when I had not gotten plenty,
Yet with care she made “this little” satisfy my every need.

Who taught my infant lips to pray?
Who trained me in the way of God and His word?
Told me I would have life less without having the Life of Christ.
Her love is incomprehensible, she calls it agape.
She encouraged me to be loving too because love never fails.
Never look back, heaven is before you. That is her greatest story.

When thou art feeble, old and grey,
I will be your strength, your fulfillment and comfort.
Your smile I will make as I feel your heart with joy everyday.
And one day emerge the man you are proud to call son.
I will take you to church even when you rest in peace.
But till then this is my piece for you;
MY MOTHER.

Adethatwrites
© 2019