What’s in your hand?
Sand
I had the first throw
He fought well but had to let go
He’s in a better place but how do we know?
What’s in your Hand?
Needle!!
Fluid soldiers running to my rescue
Mounting pillars to save my temple
It’s wide enough for prayers to pass through
What’s in your Hand?
My Head!!
It’s kicking like I’m pregnant again.
It’ll fall off if I leave it to stay.
This headache don’t respect prayers again.
What’s in your hand
Testimony.
I’m Fine. Healed. Healthy.
Uche Faithful
©2021
One day we shall meet Him
We shall see Him face to face
The One we love
The One we worship
The One we adore
One day we shall ride on the clouds
Immortal, unrestricted, unstoppable
Fluid, weightless and free
One day all of life’s pains shall end
All we will know is joy
We shall smile till our cheeks hurt
We shall dance without fear
We shall laugh for all eternity
We shall rejoice in victory
Damaris Akhigbe
©2021
Birds sing, we hear chirpings
We built our castle on hopes
Poke fingers into the face of Goliaths.
Sands still stay as our foundation
Flooding our flickering fluid imagination
With the feelings that we could dethrone the gods
Then ramble, raze down the mountain with our tongues
We smile sweetly, seeing how weak we made things with our whining
Boxing, branding, and buying their little conscience
With our endless fits
Chukwu Simeon Chidiebere
© 2018
Christ a poet 