BLOG POETRY

Even though everything seems so dark and gloom; And the skies seem so far away and blue, And you wonder- “Where am I heading to?” Just remember that God will see you through! Though the stars may shine no more and more; And there’s little or no strength to call, Yet there’s One you can lean on, So you don’t have to cry or mourn. Written by Ewoma

Grace the land of the undeserving; The place for the unrelenting, And a place of refuge for the wistful and dying! An arrow shot through His heart; Still His undenying Love couldn’t quench the cart. More often than not he pulled away the strings to let; Why He did so I can never know.. Saved me from myself, didn’t bring in the snow. But once in, I think I can finally tell; The reason why I sometimes fell. Because He wanted me to come to terms with the fact, That I need Him more each and every passing moment; And that’s the story of unfathomable Grace! Written by Ewoma

Abandoned...yet not abandoned! That’s what it feels like when you are faced with the stark reality of wantoness. You wonder if you’ve been left alone, To tackle the abnormality that never seems to recede back to the path home. Yes it feels like you will never make it to the other side of the world of plenty and abundance; Grace and mercy; Laughter and peace; You have been abandoned to fate! But you will survive the tricks and the trends.. And it’s only a matter of time before you realize; That’s He’s been standing there all the while, Even closer to you than your own breath! It is a known fact that you have suffered a great deal, Enough to the detriment of expectations. Be assured that you have come through no matter what you think, say or feel- For in you there’s a testimony; No one can give on your behalf except you! Written by Ewoma

Sitting at my table, I wonder what in the world is going on.. Really don’t have much to do or say. But my heart pounds in expectation, And anticipation... Of what might happen in the near and now; “Go for it”, one voice keeps saying; “Stay away”, another weeps loudly; Yet my finite mind keeps crying the opposite... If only I knew what the future entailed; I would be certain to dance with joy and exhilaration, At the prospect of becoming the”bride”, I The one and only! Forever with you, oh that I pray daily; To grow old with you, what an experience rarely! Watching the light break at dawn; While ushering in a glorious morn. And that too should be my earnest desire; To be the bride at day, To be the bride at night; To be the bride come what may, o precious one I pray! Should it ever come to my hearing? That you need a friend who will be there all enduring; To spill all the dreadful agony; This too will be my privilege and a rare opportunity; To grieve and to h

Whisper my name o lovely one, And my heart will answer your earnest desire. Living my life next to nothing; That come what may, we will always be together. But loving you has made my world so elusive; Oh what a joy that brings so exclusive! Though we sometimes make choices that do hinder; Yet our lives here and now will make up for yonder. Feeling your heart beat next to mine so strong; That in all these you will always be mine to dine forever. To be the promise kept over a period of time; Only to explode in the face of the bold and the beautiful! Yes it’s a beautiful thing to want to know you over and over again; But the test of time shall reveal what really lies beneath the skies.... Nevertheless, I still love you! Written by Ewoma

Lied, Ananias and Sapphira died! The truth they didn’t heed to learn; A reputation they weren’t interested to earn. These are profound lessons we so often choose to receive; And by the Spirit we do also perceive, To do that which is always acceptable and right; Yet not by power nor by might. Written by Ewoma

Are you broken? Yes I am!  Now, how would you know? Can you go through the wilderness on rainy days and live on locusts and husks of maize? Can you wear clothes made of animal’s skin laced with determination and doggedness of faith? Or are you still in the cradle of comfort and delight listening to the sounds of uncertainty and doubt; Fearing the unknown and begging to be rescued from your own imaginations? Brokenness is a thing of the heart; And until you know without a doubt that God is really able to do what he has said He’d do, Then you will continue to grapple with imaginations in contrast to condescending generations- Only getting to your destination, if and only if you are truly broken!