Even as we still feel like a feeble pawn in a chess of gluttony, yet, You made us resist the temptation of greed deeply rooted in an aroma of enticing betrayal
Events of recent months affirmed that the scorching of these black skins is an incandescent reflection of the deep dark shades of some souls
Even as Ayi Kwei Armah’s ‘Beautyful Ones Are Not Yet Born’ continues to bolster our disgust with injustice and will ultimately sharpen the ingrained desire for justness
Events of these last hours also affirmed that the cleansing of the malodourous souls are never awashed by an ocean of tears
Eventually, I pray the seeds of forgiveness sprout as Your torrent comes, as I am tired of writing the book of good in this library of evil. He will lead His people as I am indeed lost!
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My heart did beat,
A fortress of stone, with no retreat,
I kept the world at bay with ease,
And let no one come close to me.
But then one day, a crack appeared,
A chink in my armor, to be feared,
A stranger's kindness broke me open,
And all my defenses were broken.
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WAITING FOR DEATH
How tedious it is waiting for Death
when She is still dressing up
to sit in a quagmire of silent prayer
while sandwiches turn dry
How tedious when a nappy
must still be changed
as Forgiveness waits for a touch
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no blood dried wasn't drawn
no lover forgotten hasn't gone
no thing unsaid has left my head
from "i love you" to "i'd love to be dead"
In the sacred silence of this moment,
I kneel before you, my Lord,
burdened by the weight of my transgressions.
My soul trembles, confessing
the sins that have stained the fabric of my being.
Oh, forgive me, Almighty,
for straying from the path of righteousness
and betraying the values you have bestowed upon me.
I have succumbed to the allure of fleeting pleasures,
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WAITING FOR DEATH
How tedious it is waiting for Death
when She is still dressing up
to sit in a quagmire of silent prayer
while sandwiches turn dry
How tedious when a nappy
must still be changed
as Forgiveness waits for a touch
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Beneath the arches, time lets go,
A whispering current’s steady flow.
Bruised reflections drift and gleam,
Carrying burdens into the stream.
What once was heavy now feels light,
The bridge stands still through day and night.
For water passes, and so do we,
Letting the past dissolve, set free.
They say forgiveness is for those who were wronged
But so is choosing not to forgive
You don’t have to forgive those who hurt you
In order to move on from that time
It doesn’t matter how many times
they did or didn’t hit you
It doesn’t matter how many times
they did or didn’t scream at you
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Sometimes I wonder, what makes the heart so cruel,
When forgiveness blooms in the soil of a soul’s duel.
If I, broken and bent, can rise from the wreck,
Can bury the ghosts, and silence the wrecked,
Why can’t they let go, leave me in peace,
And allow me the breath of a soft release?
I don’t ask for riches, or a word of praise,
Not even a promise, not even a gaze.
Though they tore from me every spark, every light,
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Let the river drift away my sorrow
For my soul cannot hold my sanity much longer
Like a dike crumbling away
The lost of my love is breaking it
But the river has the power to heal
So, let it baptise me with another love
And cure my headache