Tag: peace
MENTOR
I seldom think after who to follow, where to begin or what to see
Vanity skids through my consciousness leaving no room for the emergence of the true me
My ideals sprout from the knowledgeable size of my restricted mind
A phenomenon vaguely real in the covert borders of my self will
Daily I lounge at the vines picking out the foxes that spoil the challenging in me
The perfect life I seek to lead but in totality, nothing my effort seems to yield
For with insight revealed, a personality I glean from
Nothing possessed by me seem to equate the truth from Him
Through Him I tend to see, the past a shadow, the present a storm and future rest assured.
Humanity proves to wrestle with God a stupidity and to disbelieve an animosity
To whom then shall we cleave to suture our weakened beings
I hope for His gift of wisdom to grant me a trail at courage’s feet
I stand in His victory taking strength at the source to fight in faith
The uprooting of the God-mind in me
Via nature, the wonder of His words are seen
The marking of dawn filled with loving spree
To know your love and remain in grace I do plead
Teach my soul to wait and hope on your saving Spirit
For you are my root, my goal and salvation
I will delight in you and peace to my spirit will follow
Jedidaiah
What peace is not.
ANXIETY THIEF
I thought I had it all but no!
I did not have it all and truly it drove me crazy
I could write into the future
Yeah, like jump on my literary time-machine and write the future
Just like they do in the science fiction movies
I could write to describe how anxious people could be
How they loose their strength for the present, worrying about the future
How they ignorantly shift their sorrows into tomorrow
Their anxiety, their underlying curse
But the truth is we are not in the future
and the anxious one is me Continue reading
EVERYDAY JESUS
The sun was calm with a general sense of stillness. The night was far spent, yet it shone so weakly like a malnourished child maltreated by a wicked stepmother. As Destiny(a cousin) and I strode along the way home from market, I couldn’t help the smile that came to my lips and I spread the whole feeling of excitement over me as I fed my eyes with the city paranoiac view. “Its good to be here in Enugu again”, I muttered.
The road became very busy,drivers of long trucks with high shrill voices were carried away singing as much as they wanted while veins stood on end on traders necks their foreheads glistening with sweat, a typical day at the market. Continue reading
Christ a poet 