The peace of mind from the Word everyday, is all you need to get going.
Lady Nancy
Tag: peace
Dawsk
How do I merge this two?
How do I correlate light and darkness?
Do I do away with the brightness of daylight or bask in vague thoughts of nothingness?
Should I?
Could I?
Will these sooted thoughts fetch me the spark needed to light up my world or
Merely scratch on the surface of my fears as the sun would the ocean at dusk and have me foiled?
Curled up, awake, in the stillness of the night is how I find peace.
Sitting, underneath starry skies is how I brood courage to face the streets in one piece.
Like parallel lines in harmony I see the dawsk start and finish up each other’s tune,
With little or no care if I blend in,
Saturating my words with a soothing tone.
But like black and white has different shades in expression
I am learning to grey up the dark spots of imperfection and
Whiten up the milky paths of uncertainties with rays of light.
Each day and night
Through rolling tears or stretched lips in spite…
In an endless dawn to dusk carousel,
I’ll stand,
Strong,
In between,
Tiring and trying,
Tiring and trying,
In my little caravel
Till I find my balance at dawn
Imani Dokubo
©2021
“WHAT I WANT”
“Today, I just want to be quiet
To be quiet enough to hear the sound of Father’s footsteps
Footsteps that assure me I’m not alone.
Today, I want to be quiet enough
Quiet enough to hear God’s whispers
Whispers that resonate peace
Peace within my gates and prosperity in my palaces
I just want to be quiet today
Today, I desire to distance myself from noises within and without
Without which pleasing sounds are audible
Audible enough to be felt even by my skin.
Today, I want to be quiet
Doing just one thing
Listening.”
PearlyThoughtz
© 2021
Happiness is Peace
Happiness
is feeling the strain leave your face
letting go and watch your grip fade
joy makes it way like a river welling from your insides to your heart and registers a smile
By the grace of God…
you are here
you can rest
The battle is won
the work is done
– Ezeonyeka Godswill
(c) 2021
A Failed Weapon
There is a weapon, I mustn’t use as a Christian
Because using it, is tantamount to failure
I am strongly warned by captain of the Lord’s army
Never to use this weapon
It is certain that, it will definitely fail whether here or hereafter
Rickety machine gun, Mr. flesh
This weapon is weak to execute righteousness without taking the glory
Executing, holiness, peace, love,
humility, joy, kindness is far-fetched from this weapon
Using this weapon for the Lord’s battle is disastrous
A weapon set against the user
You shoot hatred, you inherit broken relationship
You shoot lust, you inherit vanity
You shoot anger, you inherit disorientation
You shoot worries, you inherit high blood pressure
Truly, is a weapon set against the user
if he uses it, the arm of flesh will fail.
The only authentic weapon to use for the battle
Is the weapon of a new man
Created in the image of Christ Jesus
Brightobong
©2021
CHILDREN’S CRY
Why are we left?
To always suffer pain
Are there no more hopes left?
What in this world is gain?
What more is there to claim?
What joy, refined is given?
Evil just keeps growing
Suffering persist with a blow
No scene of happiness
No thought of happiness
Where is the future glory
Where are the leaders of tomorrow
Are they not the fatherless?
Ignored, homeless, speechless,
Non-important, useless, senseless
Are they not a prey to AIDS?
Instruments of evil rather than good
Child abuse, drug abuse
Love of sex, zeal to steal
I don’t care, where’s the money?
That’s the world’s request
Where’s the exemplary leader?
Where are the hope, peace and unity?
Where’s the freedom of good will?
Where’s the chance to be good?
Where’s the parental love?
What struck LOVE itself?
Why are we neglected?
Why are we suffering?
Please! Can someone help?
Charles Young
©2021
FALLEN AT HIS FEET
I carry no fear on my shoulders
I have saved no teardrop to shed
I have left every iota of worries
Fallen at His feet, fallen, where sin is
Fallen at His feet, gathered in dirt heap
Worries? They have no rooms in me for rent
Harmony, peace and joy cram the whole story
Every other issue is backstory
Fallen at His feet, fallen, where sin is
Fallen at His feet, gathered in dirt heap
Backstory is a tale of yesterday
I spend time now swimming in God’s love
Waves of pain, illness and disease are
Fallen at His feet, fallen, where sin is
Fallen at His feet, gathered in dirt heap
Disease of the Egyptians shall not know me by name
Cancer is a raging empty threat
Hunger and starvation their powers rid
Fallen at His feet, fallen, where sin is
Fallen at His feet, gathered in dirt heap
Rid of gory garments and pierced sides
Christ rose in glory with fierce strides
Armed soldiers strapped with sleep
Fallen at His feet, fallen, where sin is
Fallen at His feet, gathered in dirt heap
Sleep in the arms of a loving mother
Tomorrow the fever with shudder
Because all the bugs in a million march lie
Fallen at His feet, fallen, where sin is
Fallen at His feet, gathered in dirt heap
March, march on Christian soldier
Relieved of every burdensome weight
Tomorrow is certain, today is fixed, last night is
Fallen at His feet, fallen, where sin is
Fallen at His feet, gathered in dirt heap
Rebekah E.
© 2020
LOT’S BROTHER-IN-LAW
Take me back to Gwags;
Let me remake the lags and crags that tripped me forward into UNN.
I thought myself a goner, no Arsenal, and yet I won the war with a few good men.
Barely two years into
UNN my issues
Pointed me to people
Who would grow me into
Feet that would fill great shoes
Burst ma brain, no pimples
I ran into you people
Now I’m pretty grateful
So if you take me back to Gwags
I won’t need the swag
That once was a must-have
No, right now, I have Christ
That sure peace I roll on
That faith is my profession
Tertiary choices once lay ahead of me
A barrier between
the now then and this
I chose first indeed
But God will have his
Abrahaming through lands,
I was my own Isaac – the Son was in the Man
God asked for my sacrifice
I kept dodging all his eyes
I thought that I was wise
Arguing through all his whys
But let me remake
The crags and lags that made
me trip into UNN
Let’s see what happened then…
The Niel Quchi
© 2020
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