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When it rains, it pours,
Twilight,
Or is it Aurora?
Season 7, episode 21of ‘if it tarries’
Yet the plot thickens,
I must be all that,
For all these to beleaguer,
The shutters of my eyes quiver,
A song stirs in my spirit,
It’s on continuous play,
It stays till I’m comforted,
I summon courage for yet another day,
Around the corner is near,
The fragrance called ‘victory’ is stuck in my nostrils,
The goose flesh testifies,
Its time,
My inheritance in installments,
In step with my King,
Rhythm in our sync,
The cheer of my Father,
The dance of my Mother,
The village square theatricals,
A son’s sojourn has yielded bountifully,
Purpose has been achieved,
Only because I am a bosom friend,
Of the Author,
And the Finisher,
And we took every step of the journey together.
The ache is more than I can bear,
I’m hollow, the echo is clear,
Tilt my ear but still I don’t hear,
How did I get here?
Lost in self thoughts, I’ve wandered,
It was meant to be a stroll not a stray,
With every step the power ebbed,
The glow on my skin went with your glory,
My pupil now a shade of grey,
I miss you much,
Our spot by the gate,
Your tender nudge,
The aroma of your proximity,
The welling in my chest when you visit,
The perk on my face at the mention of your name,
The afterglow of your presence,
The peace you bring at your reaching,
Our intimacy,
I want back,
I want more,
Need you to move in,
Out with me, in with you,
Need to exude your spirit,
Sate me,
Consume me,
Wrap me in silk and suppleness of you,
The throne room of my heart awaits you.
Your boy earnestly waits
A satellite picture of the earth,
The second the orange rays hit the ocean,
The woman,
A smile,
Your Sons resurrection,
The first cry of a baby,
Me,
Jesus’ robe,
The purple velvet inYour tabernacle,
The wake of a flowers’ blossom,
Rushing waters,
A shooting star,
Colors of the rainbow,
Laughter,
A helping hand,
The aroma of freshly brewed coffee,
Love,
Your taste is truly impeccable,
Grand!
Jay: God?
God: yeah?
J: been thinking
GD: about what?
J: like you don’t already know
GD: humor me
J: okay, lots of stuff actually
GD: be specific, son
J: I’ve been thinking of why I’m where I am in life
GD: Where are you?
J: come on God!
GD: answer me Jay Pierre
J: Gosh now you sound like my dad
GD: I am
J: okay seriously, I feel like am on pause!
GD: so?
J: so? What do mean?
GD: exactly what I said, so what if?
J: thought you were going to explain why?
GD: you didn’t ask me to
J: okay I’m asking!
GD: don’t raise your voice at me!
J: oops sorry!
GD: clean slate
J: thanks
GD: your definition of ‘pause’ differs from mine
J: how so?
GD: sometimes it is progress
J: Come on! Don’t go philosophical on me
GD: this is me being straight actually
J: expatiate Lord
GD: I make you wait at a corner longer than you expect cos I want to show you something
J: really?
GD: yep
J: it’s difficult, especially when it seems my peers have shot ahead of me
GD: seems? Nice choice of words there
J: but it’s obvious!
GD: to whom?
J: but…..
GD: what have I told you about comparing?
J: that our scripts are different
GD: and?
J: that you make everything beautiful in Your time
GD: didn’t hear that clearly, whose time?
J: Yours Lord.
GD: so let me be God in your life
J: I’m trying
GD: hands off and watch me
J: but…
GD: no buts son
J: okay, ‘do your thing’ like ‘stoneman’
GD: will do better
J: exceedingly…abundantly
GD: Oh you know the scripture? Keep confessing it then
J: Will do, feel better already Lord
GD: I’m thinking only good thoughts toward you, you know
GD: And my word will become flesh in your life
J: Thanks Dad
GD: pleasure’s all mine amigos.
J: lol
You really are in love with me, aren’t You?
Again I’ve broken free from Your grip,
Running swiftly toward the cliff,
I offer myself to be sifted as wheat,
My prayers are halfhearted,
I have starved myself of You,
Letting my mind feed off thistles,
Enjoying the bruises that follow,
‘Just this once more’, I say,
Then I’m done disgracing You,
I’ll just look at the gourmet meal,
I promise, I won’t eat it,
Scouts honor!
Knowingly You smile,
Bringing to remembrance Your word,
True, lord,
I’ll be licking my fingers before You say J,
Shouldn’t have stayed off You for a second,
Now I’m weak,
Willing to self destruct.
But loving You,
To my rescue again,
My redeemer,
My saviour,
Bringing me to safety.
Always stay near, lord,
Forgive my whims,
Keep me in check,
And I’ll be a son for life.
Often I like to sit in Your presence,
No words spoken,
No jiggling,
Just still,
Taking in Your atmosphere,
Nothing else matters this moment,
I am in the palace,
I am safe here,
I don’t want to say anything to You,
If You don’t utter, I understand,
It’s so peaceful here,
So alright,
I’m the showbread now,
When I’m done soaking
In a bit I’ll be the bread of Your Presence,
I’m elated that I increase when we hang.
I’m at crossroads this moment,
The battle within me is fierce,
I knew this day would come,
What I didn’t know was how,
Nice angle you picked ‘king of Hades’,
I was wondering how you’ll let me through this easily,
A transition is near,
A newness is in the offing,
A covenant is pen ready,
The 3 strands are about to be bound for eternity,
Damage is about to hit your ministry,
Allies are being birthed,
Foot soldiers are being promoted to generals,
Typical of you to jab at my weakness in such an hour,
Trying to shove my into another destiny,
Coming at me with all you got,
Tinkering with my thoughts,
Fortunately for me, God is true to his words,
He has given me a way of escape yet again,
I will do His bid and not yours,
I’ll have you flat on your back once more,
I’ll have you squealing in no time,
I’ll get to were He needs me,
The level I yearn,
I’ll walk in the future He intended,
You can bring your ‘A’ game,
I’m ready,
Armor clad,
Spirit nurtured,
Skill, razor sharp,
And my Master strategist ahead,
So bring it on!
Cos I know promotion is nigh!
