PRESENCE


A Place as quiet as a grave but becomes a city of risen bones
Place of fortitude
Place of guidance
Place of tranquility
Place of Joy
Place of exaltation
Place of increase
Place of light
His presence is that place
Oozing with fragrance that sticks so the world can perceive his glory
Build you up like a fortress
His presence is a foundation your faith is built on, it will stand strong
Withstand the turbulence that this world brings
His presence is where you ought to be
His presence is where you would see him

Uba Isoje
©2021

TANTRUMS

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