DEAR NIGHT

Goodnight!!! It’s time to taunt the night

In ambushes laid at fort noon

With barrels and land busters

Gather by this fireside

Deceased souls of the night

Whom night swallowed in peaceful sleep

From your shrouding blankets

That so kept you warm on soft Mouka beds.

The night is as wicked as dark

Hence let’s in ruthless rebellion

Draw down its tent,

Burn its curtain by this fireside

That it may have no shades

To hide it from the daylight

Or from the goodness of dawn,

And in large crusade guide it to dusk.

But how can one burn the curtains

Of a night unseen.

DEAR DEVIL

Dark Night; my soul is unyielding

It cares of no disdain, hell’s gift

Nor the evil to seduce my heart

To play your cards on earthly altars

Or dine widow’s thighs in cold nights

When goose bumps thrills me down

Or let my sanctuary lie in dirt

Perpetrated in your temples of deceit

Or wine the night in rocking pleasures

That smears my purity dark

Or dance when you pipe your flute

In crescendo and falling diminuendo,

In synagogues of prayer and spirit,

Or weary when by frustration

You drag the day to a close end

Or sink in vanities delusion

When you stroke the day with your ploys

Or with my wagging tail dust your feet

To cover my short errs

Or repose in your tent in delightful sleep

While Master holds a summit of saints

That wants no part of you.

Dear Devil, my soul is unyielding.

WHY I SHOULD MARRY A POET.

Reinvigorated; a refreshing thirst

Love’s satiable quest and guest

Ambient splendor built on

Intriguing similes and seductive metaphors

Such poet I will caress on marital garb.

I will marry a poet,

That on rainy days, when goose bumps swell

We will cuddle in books and loud imaginations

Telling the tales of Romeo and Juliet; love unlived

Or do you expect more from a subtle cuddle?

I will marry a poet,

What gladdens and elates than

A meal concocted in rhyming melodies

Of vehemently viable vivacious veritable virtues,

What hunger can’t this satiate.

I will marry a poet,

Her thoughts will spice my day

With glowing enthusiasm and love jingles

What more pleasures do I seek than repose in her?

Tell me why I should not marry a poet.

LOVE UNRETARDING

Drown yourself to my heart

The love I seek is divine

Devoid of pleasure's quest

And drumming fantasies of flesh,

Rid of consumation or thinkering lullabies,

Or dark days of depression.

The love I seek is divine,

Full of compassion and enthusiasm

Of care and unflickering transparency

Built on the firm rock of truth and life

Why then not drown yourself in my flowing tide

And let me paddle you away in this ship of love.

Be Glad!

KOM KOM

 Kom kom, the sound of a perceived emptiness

That rattles, metal gongs, anvil and the mallet.

The sound of hullaballoo with no rest cause

Wandering the day in idleness and lofty loaves

Its ignorance as bitter as almond freshers

The depth of it hollow; the deep blue sea

Basemen with no sight and gen

Who wangle the day as no nights come again

And dead night when oil lamps awake are

Snoring buffalos sniffing for darkness

In all comfort as Judas on a kiss.

Lies still and watch the day arise

Clocking to and fro time pending flees

Whilst wisdom waste in books you read not

And your faculty withers the chorus and refrain.

And your course of Sophia waste in ashes

As in your lousy morning chores

Evening vespers and night scholarships

And the sound of your emptiness eluding,

Chorusing Handel’s Messiah on B minor

Dilapidating, withering, sneering, you die away.

Kom kom iti kom kom the chorus dies fades

ERODING PLAIN

Our government is forged

On saggy and wobbly work bench

Of corruption and charade alike

And diluted in pain and misery

Of vivid past and present failures.

A living hell cascaded in lives citadel,

With dark night full of purging thorns

Where peace, a wild goose chase

Is ambushed on highways and lowlands

With landmines and double barrels.

Government of no societal sustenance

With fake manifestoes and cunning looks

And heavens promise of a better nation

But are misdemeanors of lively days

Rooted in sacrosanct evils and exploits.

Citizens roam the streets on warren stomachs 

Oppressed each day on tax levies and fines

As some pockets are wide open graves

That buries the padded budgets

And wrap them on national television.

An eroding nation of great nutrient

Ploughed by cantankerous warms

And  Herods of insatiable power

And lived by nationalists of no might.

Where lies the hope of renaissance?

Thus in the pangs of death we lie

And wait each day as revolutionaries

While we watch this land crumble

With our ever ready lullaby singing it to sleep

And dancing to the fall of her great walls.

ONCE UPON A NIMBLE CROSS.

Hanging Crucicix

Agonizing conquest divine

Torn apart in transgression’s parade

 By unrepentant sinners in confessionals

Smeared in errs, drunk in gourds of unchastity 

Bathed in muffled dirt and girded on fine linen of errors.

Draw this soul in pitiful grief as it wears away in turpitude

Ever lumbering tears as this eyes closes in dismay

In death’s agony as this blood and water flow

Hauled as a wood on the cross of distress

Pierced on resounding trials in Geths’

Daring Calvary Man.

TOWN CRIER

Gbom! Gbom!! Gbom!!!

Resounding clamor and thunderstorm   

All morning jingle wake; dusk’s lullaby

As this hamlet is bathed in silence

Dead tranquility; like the spirits tread the night, 

Whence tell the tale of a lost land.   

When this evening, the dull sun    

Who ushers the town crier

With gongs clamped; village mouthpiece

‘Tell the truth of night committee’

Saddened with your resonating tears

Of ways bashed in the tethering soil.              

Iti mmanwu! Masked gods

Tell of reverence and adulation gone

Of gods profaned by our very hands

Of stashed artifacts of Ijele quiescent,

Robbed of dignity and worthiness

And buried in our rigid hearts.

Egwu Onwa! The folk stride

Lament of Children locked behind bars

As the full moon sways the eerie night

With no grey by her fireside

Or kids to warm the cold squares 

Sorrowful, each full moon wanes in angst.          

       

Thin dry land forsaken of old ways

Wail of life lost in your quest

As your sprout wings abroad

And color your beginnings in mud,

When these days haunt you

I shall tell of the town criers lament.

OBODO

Rice Fields!

Flower to all inns

Flooded by every flowing stride

And in each day, children after birds

As grown heads toil these green lands till dusk.

FLUORESCENT STRIDE.

As I walk by this river

In this early morning dew

When its current so gently flow

And its slides part one another

I see parting lips in an enduring union

And I remember you are gone

Then I know you have become this stream

That tenderly nourishes us all

With refreshing water from thy slides

That mends the whole in my heart.

AND NIGHT CAME .......

Prologue.

It was midnight when horror looms …….

For a second time the knock was ringing at the door again with a cold shrilled voice. Down from my thoughts I could figure it coming below my ear. Phillip Duros at once hopped out of the bed. Taking a glance at the wall clock hanging East of the room, it could be boldly seen in his eyes, a wave of Confusion it was already an hour pass twelve of midnight. Phillip without much pondering made to the door. To him it could be a friend.…. a friend at the door at such dead night.

For a third time the knock rang again, he still maintained his pace ranting within. He opened the door wide but no one was standing next to it. He began at once to feel a sensation … a deep band of spirits approaching him: though his eyes were blind to seeing any. The noise grew louder and force as it approached. He was by now frightened to the marrow, there was whispering in the band like someone is communicating to him. He tried to bolt the door at once but alas it was too late; he was on the floor already and maybe it was the force that got him reeling to the ground. His legs would not bear him again standing. And the same noise was whirling up again.

He struggling, drew back as fast as he his hands could count backwards to avoid what has not come plain. “why do you hide yourself? Show yourself if you dare!  He taunted as if he feared no death peril or danger. The force began demystifying itself and gradually it had taken the challenge of revealing itself. It was like a breakthrough to the darkness that pervaded.  He made fast moves again like someone trying to grab something most important at that very moment but it seemed the demystifying band had noticed and made forward to take him down. Phillip still drew back now more gently gaining control of himself a little, he was actually making for the draw table meters away; a pistle lay so peacefully passing its hours not knowing the terror that loomed. He quickly pulled the trigger and let out four bullets reeling to the force and it was gone. The noise started building from his back again and it was too late for him to turn and fire it. It pushed him out; down the stairs ……...

Phillip immediately opened his eyes; it was a nightmare but he still felt pain at his back and elbows and his head was aching so hardly. The door was wide open and his gun lying on the ground.

To be continued ……

AGONIES ……….

We are like tufts of feathers

Bound in a blazing fire: Furnace

The tempest is high

A day as long as centuries

Torrential, Trial, Tears, Triumph

And each step a blade of mockery

Which pierces our hearts with remembrance.

Of the failures that keep us awake all nights

And deaths taunting of our unaccomplished lives

Yet tears that inhabit our darkest minds

That dare us to pull the lines on our innocent necks

And watch God’s breath drop from us.          

Whence the agony of an unaccomplished life

Is pain and anguish in the afterlife.

AND WHEN WE BE GONE !!!

Panic stricken wheezing hearts,

Covid if don’t take us now

Other things surely must take us one and other

Till lives irredeemable course

Rests it last from all delights.

Whence man a day be gone

And bequeath earth treasures lie

As he did once breathe it on mud

Why then not let death take its ton?

And smear all men gone a time.

Let the thought of going twice be,

If life is a time affair

That withers your like or not

Then why not go now the chance bare

And thinker it less eternity ever again.

Or do earth sybaritic wane your quest

It can’t hold you all long a day

It did let your off hook when you think less

And your sycophant premonitions lie waste

Your honor gone and magg’ts squam you.

If death take us all; the debt paid

What carcass by earths laws abide

Or cadaver breathe panic while feasted,

Then death’s rapture paid

And if God be, death dies and him glory.

Let your reign of terror height Everest

Sorrow wracked we mourn our days

A living hell in the tide of Christmas

That birth plagues on our heads

With Dube’s Prisoner our sole guard.

Hounds to hide in all ages

Prodigious technology and modern science

If you cure earths virus ‘morrow

And put no end to death

You have failed us.

Plunge all roots beyond

Scavenge earths finest brains

Wreck deaths wagon in oblivion

And unload its burden on us again

Your labor is a wild goose chase.

Hence lives debtors our humid lives

Give it sure and be free

Or do you care for some coffee

Take it to your grave

And listen gently to your dirge.

These words bemoan my thinking

Though I fear no deaths peril

And know if Great Lincoln did I would

Though quarantined cleave,

a prisoner to my soul.

If we live this hour and another

and the ferocious die of nature’s accordance

and man uncoils from his hole

Every now and then lives inimical still lingers

Cause death must ensue.

By the sword; honorable Caesar

And on road; cursed nature

If health wanes; natural submission

And of the barrel; outrageous vagabonds

Same death, same name.

But when all lockdowns be open gates

Casinos and night clubs swim drunk threats

Priests on holy pulpits preach holiness again

And lecture halls bloom with elegance

Don’t think deaths tolls won yet.

Let death toast us to its tiredness

Were we shall drink full to anxiety

And mourn all evening of its taunts

That pinch us to dismay

For its thirst is insatiable.

I SHALL WRITE YOU A LOVE LETTER

 

I shall write you a

love letter my love

With lines so lengthy and eclectic

That its length could measure

The world’s Chinese great walls

And tell the stories of our cuddles.

It’s first lines shall tell thus

Of your marvelous beauties

Of your kiss that deaden my thighs

And of your love that beguiles me

And just the sigh of my nerves.

 

My tongues missie fasts along

Please hold your love awhile,

Lives jamboree all cling to me

And your thoughts of good

Pervades my loneliness.

Morning chants awaken my dismal night

And my distressed day’s anxiety forth,

The day’s burden all draw me weary

And of night’s sleepless days livid

But your thoughts give all elation.

I live the days as if I own ‘morrow

And the sunsets again arise

The night to return soonest

Will you be there again to keep me on

Oh! Dearest Missie

VAL’NOON

The day is a hot furnace in harmattan

With no East winds to blow it cool

As man deed’s wrecks the innocent day

In the turmoil of erratic ecstasy

Nipping the buds of fruitful springs

With an open secret invitation to winters taunting’s.

THE COST OF DISCIPLESHIP AND THE CRAZE FOR MIRACLES: A REFLECTION.

                                                                                  

Then said Jesus unto his disciples, If any man would come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross, and follow me. (Matthew 16:24.)

INTRODUCTION

The cost of discipleship and the craze for miracles in the present-day church and religion is very much appalling and difficult to the understanding of many Christians in the presence of civilization, technological and scientific developments. Christ who is the main figure and subject of the Christian religion brought salvation to mankind by his religion which he instituted and brought to the world through His apostles and disciples who bore witness to him and stayed with him for a long while time while he lived on earth. Therefore, all who follow Christ genuinely, stand to be his disciples who work for the salvation of their souls and others. Discipleship has costs, the modern-day Church is in utmost craze for miracles abandoning the cost for being disciples, false discipleship and the search of miracles is gradually tearing down the Christian faith.

The misconception in our modern-day world is that many Christians misplace the costs of being true disciples to the ingenuine cost of being disciples for miracles. We have to understand that the major aspect of being disciples is not to perform miracles for fame. Jesus performed miracles in the bible in other to meet human needs and not as a mere display of his power but the reverse is now the case in our world today because many perform miracles to show their superficial powers and give glory to themselves. We have to understand that Jesus miracles were not meant to give glory to himself but God, for his miracles signaled the sign of God’s divine intervention in human life. And they showed God’s sovereignty and mighty works. Christians today seek miracles mostly for material gratification and other inordinate desires this has caused many Christians not to consider the genuineness of the miracles that they seek for and receive. This craze for miracles instead of true discipleship has led to the multiplication of false mushroom churches and religion who preach the gospel of prosperity and perform undefined miracles to the desire of many Christians and don’t lead them to Christ who is the lord of Miracles.

Christ admonished his apostles and disciples on different occasions on his having to suffer and his suffering which would come and on discovering how unsettled and impulsive they were with his sayings told them “If any man would come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross, and follow me.. (Mark 8.31) (The account of Peter’s rebuke and Jesus’ counter-challenge is found in all three Synoptic Gospels: Matt 16:21–28, Mark 8:31–9:1, and Luke 9:22–27) this thus entails that any who wants to follow Christ is to leave behind all and follow Him in a call total submission. Just as he told the rich man “Go thy way, sell whatsoever thou hast, and give to the poor, and thou shalt have treasure in heaven: and come, take up thy cross, and follow me.”

Therefore, cost of discipleship is paramount for it not only entails one lying in fellowship to Christ but the total submission to the will of God in our lives. It is to these that this write-up is a reflection on the true cost of discipleship and the craze for miracles in the church which is ravaging the modern world.

COSTS OF TRUE DISCIPLESHIP

“Self-denial and taking up the cross are fundamental commitments of one who chooses Christ, while following Him is a continual activity.”

Cost in the concept of this writeup refers to the effort, loss or damage that is involved in other to achieve something. Discipleship has costs just as any undertaken would have and this was why Christ admonished his disciples and apostles before hand in various ways and through various means. The cost of true discipleship is now been outplayed by inordinate quest for miracles and undefined discipleship for miracles. Let’s consider below the cost of discipleship which Christ himself had spoken of to all his disciples.

Ø  SELF DENIAL

He who wants to follow Christ must first of all deny himself of whom he/she is in following Christ and this entails leaving behind who and what we are. Self-denial suggests the thought of two centers—self and Christ— the self to be denied and Christ on the other hand accepted as an object of attraction and devotedness. Its use in the original seems to say: “If you would turn toward Me, you must turn away from yourself. If you would accept Me as the chief object of desire, you must renounce yourself as such an object. If you would henceforward live in My service, you must at once cease to live for your own pleasure and interest.”

Dietrich_Bonhoeffer in his book “The Cost of Discipleship” said that “Self-denial is never just a series of isolated acts of mortification or asceticism. It is not suicide, for there is an element of self-will even in that. To deny oneself is to be aware only of Christ and no more of self, to see only him who goes before and no more the road which is too hard for us. Once more, all that self-denial can say is: "He leads the way, keep close to him."

The craze for miracles in our modern church has led the minds of many Christians away from the act of self-denial in been true disciples of Christ. Instead of renouncing oneself we see that many Christians come to Christ seeking for material gratification as the subject of their belief in Christ. Christians desire miracles and not to follow the lord who grant to them miracles and to this we see that many come to Christ only when in need and abandon him as soon as they feel they have got the answer to their prayers and desires.

Self-denial is very similar to the self-emptying of Christ as in Philippians 2:5. The leaving of oneself to God. As envisaged in the calling of the different apostles and how each and every one of them left all they were doing and were and followed Christ. Peter and his brother – see Mt 4:18-20, James and John the two sons of Zebedee – see Mt 4:21-22, Mathew the tax collector – see Mt 9:9-10. Therefore, Christians are to understand that been Christ’s disciples, they are to deny themselves and follow Christ and not coming to Christ with just the mere motive to obtain miracles from him and go their way.

Ø  BEARING OF THE CROSS

Bearing of Christ cross can only be achieved when there is absolute self-denial. Christ telling his disciples to carry their cross and follow him does not literarily mean that they should carry wooden or any form of object to follow him but the bearing of burdens, or the enduring of trials in Christ’s service, or for Christ’s sake. The cross means sharing in the suffering of Christ from beginning to its very last and to the fullest. Therefore, only a man that is totally committed in discipleship can experience the meaning of the cross.

The modern world and Christians always want a painless success and dream of a world of fantasy were they get all they need without having to suffer, this has led many Christians to believing and preaching the gospel of prosperity that entails no suffering but the gaining of all they need from Christ without having to suffer. This has made many Christians craze for miracles that would gratify all their needs that they may not have to work again. Many Christians do not see the need to suffer in order to gain but seat with their hands knotted waiting for Christ to perform numerous miracles for them. Pastors who preach only prosperity seem to have the highest number of Christians which has led to the multiplication of churches of who hide behind the lies they preach to enrich themselves. Many pastors seek the power to command miracles that they may have a richer congregation in their church and do all possible things to get it even having to act miracles and getting powers from false sources forgetting their works to bear Christ burden and preaching to the people rightly to bring them back to faith.

Christ admonished his disciples on having to suffer and bear crosses for his sake. Many Christians are not ready to bear such suffering and cross in following but want only miracles from him forgetting Christ word “Are ye able to drink the cup that I drink? It costs something, to be My follower. If any man cometh unto me, and hateth not his own father, and mother, and wife, and children, and brethren, and sisters, yea, and his own life also, he cannot be my disciple Whosoever doth not bear his own cross, and come after me, cannot be my disciple.” (Luke 14.26)

Christ had known that all who follow him would bear burden, harsh period, persecution, even to the point of death. That he made a promise to all who are persecuted for his sake in the beatitudes he gave in his sermon on the mount in the gospel of Matthew chapter 5. The early church saw many persecutions because of their belief in Christ and many of them faced martyrdom for Christs sake, dying through many harsh ways but still upheld faith in God. In the present time, Christians may not suffer martyrdom for their belief in Christ but various tribulations which are inevitable. “Listen, I am sending you out like a sheep in a pack of wolves, watch out for there will be those who will arrest you and take you to the court, whip you in the synagogues for my sake and be brought to trial before kings and rulers” (Mt 9:16-18, Mk 13:9-13, Lk 21:12-17)

Luke’s Gospel adds an important detail not found in the other accounts. Every follower must “take up his cross daily and follow Me” (Luke 9:23) Anyone who chooses to serve is to be aware it’s a daily work.

Anyone who utterly follows Christ has a cross to bear, each is called in his own different way and so bears the cross differently. All Christians do not have a common cross but each has his own and no one can bear that of another. Suffering and bearing our cross is not a tragedy but is a vital part for Christian salvation for Christ himself suffered that we may be saved. Suffering is therefore a badge of true discipleship. There is no salvation without suffering, no cross no crown. This was why St. Paul said “I have run the good race and have kept the faith, what remains is the crown of glory”. Suffering has to be endured in order that it may pass away, if we suffer with Christ then we rejoice with Him, this is why [1]Phillips Brooks reminds us that we must bear the cross joyfully; “take up” the cross—it makes all the difference—lying down under it is one thing, taking it up is another. Take it up bravely, joyfully, cheerfully, and you will find the cross comparatively easy to bear.

Ø  FOLLOWING CHRIST.

Following Christ entails losing the whole of one’s self in service to God and his will in one’s life. Christ depicts himself in this context as a leader who leads others, as a shepherd who guides his flock. Christ’s coming was to bring salvation to the world and to lead souls back to his very self. Christ lived a life that we all are called to emulate. The life of Jesus if it had been an example and nothing more, certainly have left its mark on the customs of the world, but not only is it an example to us but a road to be taken. Today, it is so confusing to really determine if preachers of the word of Christ are actually leading people to Christ or drawing them to themselves. Many who should lead souls to Christ do not live Christlike life and so tend to lead many astray. Following Christ is a continuous process and the aftermath of self-denial and cross-bearing. Christ suffered great tribulation and suffering on his way to the cross, atoning for man’s sins. Following Christ equally brings back to mind the taking of one’s cross and following Christ daily in all we do. It’s a continuous process that breaths the last with us. “walk even as he walked” (1 John 2:6).

The quest and craze for miracles has caused that many Christians who come after Christ in the present era do not bring out themselves to serve Christ or work for him, or even have the plan of living lives which are Christlike in nature. Many Christians run from one adoration ground to another, from one church to another, from one ministry to another, from one pastor to another and even from one priest to another seeking to obtain miracles from them and even go to the extent of visiting native doctors and traditionalists if they do not get the miracle they seek. Many pastors even have to seek for powers in shrines, rivers, idols to perform miracles in the name of Christ to draw Christians to their Churches and I wonder whom we are really cheating. Are we cheating God or man? And if God were to sell miracles as they wish it, they would have also bought it up. And very surprisingly, the craze and search for miracles is now what even draws most persons to go to church or even to practice the faith.

Christ’s calling of the apostles was of fellowship “come follow me”,  and to that they paid heed, therefore, anyone who wants to follow Christ has to do that entirely leaving all behind and become in service to Christ following his footsteps which he has paved for the world. One who is ready to follow Christ must be ready to face all tribulations, rejection, suffering etc.

Therefore, the craze for miracles should not be what leads us into a quasi-followership but that innate desire to follow Christ, walk in his ways, embrace his teaching and bring people to reconcile themselves back to him. For Christ himself even in the bible said that the children of this world do not come to him because they believe in him but because they seek signs and miracles so let it not be only when you are in need that you come to Christ but following for his essence.

REWARD FOR DISCIPLESHIP

In the gospel according to Mark, 10:28-31 Christ  promised that all who have left all and followed him would be greatly replenished to the fullest by him and also in  Matthew 19:27-29 said ‘I tell you, when everything is made new again and the son of man is seated on his throne again, you yourself will sit on twelve thrones to judge the twelve tribes of Israel. And everyone who has left houses, brothers, sisters, father, mother, children or land for my sake will receive a hundred times as much and will also inherit eternal life.

Therefore, we see that Christ has made a big promise to all who would follow his course and be his disciples. It is thus a clarion call for all who embrace Christ to do it in good faith and not go after Christ seeking for signs and miracles. Christians are to rediscover that when they lose everything in following Christ, they gain and meet everything in him. But when they follow Christ for miracles just as in the bible, they won’t receive such favors from him.

It is in being true disciples of Christ that he comes to our salvation, no one can serve both God and man at a time and in serving Christ, we live all to him. There is a saying that when you leave everything to God, we meet Him in everything and this should be our stance as we leave all to follow and serve Christ.

CONCLUSION.

Desire for miracles is more a sign of unbelief than it is of faith (John 4:48). Our craze for miracles ceases when we believe the truth about God as the almighty, with whom nothing is impossible. Of course, we ought to pray. We are commanded to pray, and we should freely present our requests to our Heavenly Father. It pleases God to answer our prayers, and in doing so, He even assures us of His love, and presence with us. That strengthens our faith.

Discipleship is costly, if we truly value our lives, we would be concerned for what we have to gain for all eternity, not merely for what we can have in this world. We may not be graced with so many miracles even though we are the disciples of Christ and spend each and our every life serving him. Surely, the great reward will come at the end of our service in this ephemeral life. Being disciples of Christ calls us for total submission to God’s will each time. Miracles should not be the bases of our faith in God, but are to be seen as grace granted by God. Miracles comes from God not man, unless one seeks it from the evil one. May God strengthen you as you be his true disciple.

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[1] A. F. W. Ingram, Joy in God, 178.]

                                                                   By Benjamin Chikezie Onuze

Am home again!!!

And I have arrived yet again

On these virgin mountains.

Serene and peaceful this god land

Ever ready to absorb my solemn tears

A comforter of a ruined generation

The finder of the lost ones.

It’s still silence cricks

My thoughts so perverted by loneliness

And the pleasures of mankind

All crushed against my will.

Lives nosey and the boisterous looted world

Are distant from my path now again.

I walk a lonely path

And thread red lines at night

My heart is so outpouring

Lives savaged thoughts outgone

The glories of a past world gone

My soul belongs to God now.

I have come a long way

And I have made a shade of recuperation

On these high mountains of purity

Kept my soul therein from sweltering sunlight

That it may be refreshed once again

When I take to my knees in the dusk shade.

My soul belongs to God

And my heart thirsts for him.

I hope to discover Him

In these virgin mountains

Where I have pitched my soul

That it may be away from the scorching light.