Behold the cloud
the train of our King
the procession of heavens host
hear the blasting sounds
of trumpets
calling for the assembly of saints
dead and living
gathering at the table
feasting at the Lamb’s banquet
joy is the wine
in unending glee to dine
but feel the gnashing of teeth
the regrets of ostrich-like men
who missed the flight
are you transformed to fly
or heated to cry ?
Are you?
Josh’ Oloyede Oluwafemi.
© 2020
A mere sling it may seem..
That was what it looked to me..
Till its targets were never missed..
A bear and a lion it killed at once..
Maybe it is not what it seems..
A mere sling it may seem..
Yet it seems to save the meek..
The helpless and the weak..
And the gentle sheep I keep..
Maybe it is not what it seems..
A mere sling it may seem..
Yet its targets were oppressors,
He who comes to steal, kill and destroy..
The bear, the lion and the giant..
Maybe it is not what it seems..
A mere sling it may seem..
But, not to me anymore..
For I see not an object..
But an epitome of God’s love and power..
It is the Shepherd’s blood.
Amarachi Angela Ebisike
© 2020
Hey Daddy,
Something I have to tell you
Nostalgia, my brother,
Is the name of my daughter.
She was born in an instant, when I missed you with my beat heart.
I fell flat, in hot love, with something that was not born,
Yet found you first loved me and save me, like, daily,
So Bros I remember,
The clefts of this ember,
Our passion for loving the world, being called worldly,
And then in December, we rice past our has-beans; to love all we meet till they toothpick nostalgia.
The Niel
© 2018
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