BLOG POETRY

Every time you mount the pulpit, My deepest spiritual needs you meet. Every time you open your mouth to sing, All of my fears and doubts you sting. Every time you lift your hands in praise, With strength and courage one more time, my hands, I can raise. Every time you preach God’s Word, With faith stirred in my heart, I know I can take that critical step forward. And each time you bring the message of hope, With longing and desire in my heart, I know I can always cope!         THANK YOU, MY FATHER! Written by Ewoma

I stumbled into you, And yet I didn’t fall! Well, I just walked into your world, Amazing, and there was no wall! You always seem to bare your heart to me, and give me something to do; something to always think about. I only hope this is all so true, for I am willing to take that risk, To love again, and to take a chance on you, if only you mean what you say, and do what you mean.   Maybe we could actually take that ride into heights unknown and depths untold. For to speak is with the heart, And to actually do is with the mind. Please don’t break my heart….. I couldn’t bear it if you did! Written by Ewoma 

  Trying so hard to pick up the pieces of your shattered dreams, Vying breathlessly to merge the past with the present or so it seems; Brooding over the one thing that has kept you going on, Fighting to keep your head above troubled waters, And not sink below the finishing line! All through the years, you have cried lonely tears and displayed fearful fears. Yet there’s one thing that remains for sure; You can always` count on God’s Love and more, When you choose to live the life you have been called to, despite the circumstances- how you perceive or how you feel. Such actions taken by leaps and bounds of faith will give you an infinite edge, Propelling you to your place in destiny, as you trudge along the marshes to eternity… Written by Ewoma

Puzzles; Life is a mystery; life is full of puzzles! One can never know what comes next unless you stop to consider, The ultimate goal of adversity. And you might also stoop to wonder or may even ask the glaring question: “Why do things appear so hazy to the human heart; the human imagination?” Well, I can only say this: “God only knows why. He is aware; he watches the scene, the unseen dots which connect the line- the line of destiny. Yet if only you would just stick to the schedule at hand; the plan on the blue print, Then you are sure to reap the benefits of hard work and labour, mingled with the pleasures of purpose achievement; Arriving at the place where all the puzzles do fit together to form the big picture; The ultimate picture of YOU! Written by Ewoma

Africa, The land flowing with milk and honey, Strictly laden with gemstones and money And decorated with treasures beyond the human imagination, Yet steeped in squalor and poverty! What? Why, oh why? Do you weep at dawn? And pretend you have no food to eat? You have been dressed with the vast elements of the earth, Sunk deep below the thoughts of human reach In the beginning, You were given all the wisdom you need to wade through the storms of adversity, But you look outside yourselves,  For meager incomes coming from beneath your intellectual and spiritual heights You have been subdued, Time and time and time and time again, Because you have refused to conquer the one that put you to flight and agony Your inner self, veiled with the sounds of time, Only to wake up, to the crude shock, That you stand on the threshold of eternity! Oh Africa! Look inside yourself once again, There in lies the solutions, you desperately seek. For God does n

The beauty of maturity, This kind of beauty goes deep into the recesses of one’s own soul. It is faceless, and lacks the artificial touch of the make-up artist. It is skin deep, soul searching and highly spiritual. Well, this kind of beauty isn’t meant for the weak and hard of hearing, Rather, it comes out of the one who is strong and long suffering. Perhaps, this is a well known truth, that for all we go through in life, We acquire a sense of longing and identity, Which when analyzed, brings about a deep sense of fulfillment, That can never be put to microscopic or intellectual scrutiny. Nevertheless, we know we are beautiful in God’s own eyes; When we do the things we ought to do, when we ought to do them, and how we ought to do them. For me, that’s what I call beauty at her best; An intensity so deep, that her predecessor-innocence, can never beat or match! Written by Ewoma