What, in the world, does a plus sign
Have to do with Redemption?
Like, this math is flawed.
Go figure.
What, in God’s heaven, does precious gold
Have to do with street grounds?
Like a mat is, floored.
Go figure.
Dem dey go, dem dey go, mass choir.
Singing Hallelujah. Trumpeters.
Join the congregation.
Don’t miss it.
Because, flawed as it is.
The maths will begin
When this mass is ended.
And we’ll go in the Peace of Christ.
To love and serve the Lord.
Amen.
Nonso John
©2019
So many times I get my heart disturbed,
Disturbed with vanity with things of this world,
World called earth that isn’t forever,
Forever I keep thinking of the blessings I want to get,
Get lost to pains, frustration, uncertainty,
Certainly wavering in faith neither did I know,
Know that I was gradually broken to pieces closer to ashes,
Ashes of dust back to Genesis,
Genesis creation was in His image and likeness,
Likened unto Him that created thee,
The truth have I forsaken,
For my sake He made it to the cross,
Crossing my heart to His,
His ways should be in my dose,
Dosing daily His pills,
Pills to make me whole again,
Okelola Oladayo Joseph
(C) 2019
On my rugged road
To gather coins and grains
I blinded my conscience,
I buried the Lord’s laws
And strangled my Mama’s
Moral whisperings
Just to overtake time and space
Now, look at me !
Look at what I have become
Timeless prince in prison
Hero, who does not exist
Legend of the unknown
I look around and all I see
Is despair and darkness
No one cares for me
Just because the flesh has fallen
My errors are my mine
But Lord you’re my THUNDER!
Forgive me O! Lord
Break my chains, for I am yours
Ugwu David .C
©2019
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
I thought I knew strength, what I thought
I felt I needn’t do what I ought
I was wrong, so I blamed my strife
Follow me and you’ll have eternal life
These words I didn’t heed
I was that rebellious seed
Though aware of this grace, I was no bolt in this race
Adam where art thou? I hid my face
I had gone against truth, tasted the forbidden fruit
Surely I still had time, I said
But any hope in this very lie was dead
“The day of the Lord so cometh as a thief…
But I kept sinning, ignoring my belief
“The wages of sin is death…
Mine drew closer with every breath
This cliché have I heard, the thousandth time
Repent or eternal death; the clergy rhyme
So at times I wondered, beyond and under
Is Hell a yonder? Or should I even bother?
If this suffering, they speak is somewhat real
maybe the safe side is where I’d rather be
So yes, I did consider
What if I got saved, or take a break from life o’er there
I would still be lost, neither here nor there
“Thou shall love the Lord your God…
I knew mine wasn’t love; Just the fear of hell
Maybe it was the same if no one could tell
So I walked in hands open, heart closed.
“By me if any man enter in, he shall be saved..
I walked in and didn’t come out the same
I didn’t come out at all.
I thought he was blinded by his love
But it made him see what even I couldn’t
Coz even when I despised him, he loved me
He still does, and always will.
Oh! and this time I love him too
Erudite
© 2019
My wailing,
What does it weigh,
Against the sighs of seven billion souls, each,
Digging wounds into my already shattered depths,
My breathing,
What does it matter,
When it’s lost in waves of first winds drawn and last gasps sown,
Lashing earth for eons,
My living,
Is it a rare gem or a speck of dust,
Amongst countless weddings, empires collapsing,
And the universe’s billionth galaxy collision,
The answer,
Is a death to cross these questions out,
The meaning of existence, hanging on a stake,
For my sake.
Ikenna Nwachukwu
© 2018
Christ a poet 