BLOG POETRY

In the midst of the rubble, there is gold. In the midst of the chaos, there is peace. In the midst of the shadows, there is reality. In the midst of the darkness, the Light of God Shines through! Poem written by Ewoma.

As a mother; I see serious issues and concerns which bother. Children left to themselves without control; Parents running helter skelter to make the daily payroll. But one should certainly ask the finite question, There is no one to answer the grievous, without caution. What's the future of this unique generation? Without the fear of God and the import of education? I think, I will leave you with the answers. For you know it, and it's glaring; And at the stark reality, staring! It's an abomination to see a people whom God has created; Slide through the sands of time, ill-fated! Poem written by Ewoma.

 In the midst of the raging storm; Therein lies a glimpse of glory; You wonder how you're going to get through, Just hold on to the Hand of Glory! Wandering or stumbling through the night, Amongst the blocks though denying it's certainty, But you are aware of your time worth- Isn't in the trials you face by firelight! Yet by the intricate mercies of God, We have overcome the distant howling and  screams, Of a  life descended down to Hades; It was never your portion to go that way in the first instance, But due to the negotiation of the human soul; You will end up in the abyss, The dark abyss of eternal destruction! REPENT!!! For the hour has come and the Glory of God has emerged, Lest you find yourself in the throes of darkness and eternal suffering! Poem written by Ewoma.

 The price of fame;   What's in a name? Feverishly gearing up your act; Not knowing what rules to enact. You keep looking into the mirror; As you rehearse your lines with all vigour; Knowing that deep down in your soul, You have missed the mark with just a meal in a bowl. You know, you have sold your soul to deception; And there is just a thin line between reality and imagination! You let the very essence of who you ought to be, go; just for a moment of faded glory, and now you say no! Yet there is One Who still knows and grieves; For by His stripes we are healed! His Love and Scars are a reminder of His Sacrifice; So don't let it be in vain even in your lingering demise! Poem written by Ewoma.

 The orchestration of restoration; The manifestation of innovation. And the release of God's Glory, Wiping away all  your fears; then don't worry; As you take that bold step in time; While listening to your heart's beat and rhyme,; You will be surprised at how much you can accomplish; With every stroke of faith as small as a mustard seed, yet not foolish! Bearing in mind, the reason for your call and existence, As you calculate the distance from where you  have also been in pertinence;  To give God the Honour, Praise and Glory for His Love and Manifold Resilience. Poem written by Ewoma.

 People and places, Dresses and cases; Times and seasons, On the move, on the go! Running towards the finishing line, Drilling treasures from a gold mine. Whispering and gossips: Two faced liars and deceivers. Too many people caught up on trips; Just too late to return the hires. But let's all remember that there will be a time of reckoning: Judgements, rewards and beckoning, For those who made their stay worthwhile though sometimes painfully lingering; Yet there would be some who though hindering, Will have their words displayed on Eternal boards and on walls, Where there will be darkness, howling and growling! Poem written by Ewoma