EASTER

THE END OF A JOURNEY.
The rivulets ran down Your cheeks,
The hour was near,
Your divinity was about to abandon You,
So you could pay for a crime you didn’t commit,
As your traitor put his lips to You,
They snatched You,
You let them believe they were in control,
A fixed trial precedes,
To Golgotha they dragged You,
Mocking and whipping,
Your skin a mangle of ripped flesh,
Blood flowing without restraints,
Your face showed Your pain,
Your heart snickered,
To them the end was near,
To You a beginning was here,
Propped up,
Spread out like hide,
Feet smashed and pierced through,
Hands numb and throbbing,
Straddled with every iniquity ever invented,
Your eyes are glued to the Father,
Fulfillment is building in Your chest,
As strength desert You,
The angels watch tear-eyed,
Your Fathers heart caves in,
Time pauses as breath oozes out of You.
Life seizes to be as we know it.

THE BEGINNING OF LIFE…..
Sentries at alert at the tomb,
While rebirth was being stewed,
The devil should have just let You be,
You are back, bigger and best,
Death has been robbed of its sting,
The end has been reconstructed to a transition,
The veil has been ripped,
The scales have fallen off,
Bloods have mixed,
We have been ransomed,
Rest is ours,
Our slates are brand new,
Your many names come to play,
Our boldness has tripled,
The angels have broke out in a dance,
Gods face is lit up in megawatts,
Time cowers as You give us life anew,
Death seizes to be as we know it.

WITH ALL THAT I AM

Praises gushing out of me with gusto,
Telling of how you’ve never failed me,
Showing that walking with you delivers,
As we prayed it,
You gave it,
It toyed in my subconscious,
And it was on my plate,
My faith in leaps and bounds,
And all I did was check our previous dealings,
Your paper trail is evident,
Your cheques are as good as cash,
If You say it, You run to effect it,
Habitually You show,
Cleaning house as You pass by,
Leaving everything better than You met it,
Glorious God!
Rock steady Father!
Flawless King!
Reliable friend!
I praise You with the full strength of my lungs,
Only because You deserve

JOURNEYING TOWARDS ME

I’m on a journey,
Searching for who I am,
My perception of me is erroneous in parts,
Expectations I’ve set I shockingly find out I’m not meeting,
I thought I had it all figured out,
That the road was charted,
The GPS would get me there as planned,
My jaw keeps dropping as I surprise myself repeatedly,
There are things I must accept I can’t handle by myself,
Some, running away will solve,
Others I’m prepared to lose blood for,
My expectations are sky high,
Far away from what reality obtains,
I want life to be calculated,
But new turns, blocks are invented at a moments notice,
I fear that I might fail God and my loved ones,
That I may wake someday and be were I didn’t purchase a ticket to,
I’m the most optimistic,
Yet daily life enervates me,
I’m sad,
Then I’m happy,
Then I hit rock bottom with springs in my shoes,
Unable to attain consistency,
Craving permanent shelter amongst the stars,
Hating the downward drop,
I come to you only because you are my source,
You wrote the manual,
You keyed in the codes,
I need help,
I need You,
You are all that I’ve got,
The only one who won’t turn me back cos of my incessant flaws,
Let me sit on your laps,
Direct me to the me that delights You,
It important that I get it right,
Help me Father.

MAKING OF A CLASSIC

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.

I MISS YOU

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 GOD OF STYLE

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!

BANTER

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