As we celebrate Christmas, here’s a little reminder of why we do. This is my little perspective on the story of Mary and the birth of Jesus.I hope you enjoy it. Mary Mary stomps out of her house angrily and sits on the little stone just by the door. She calls it her ‘thinking stone’ … Continue reading The Reason in the Season
She had no identity and he had too many. They met by what they believed was chance’s manipulation, on the day marking the apex of their individual frustrations with the lives they’d been leading for more years than they cared to count. With everyday that passed for those years to grow, life’s value became … Continue reading A Tale of Him and Her
A thousand years from now I’ll still be hanging on this tree Bleeding out my love Dead that you might be free I’ll be patient Waiting for you to come to me To hold you in my arms And rewrite your history When the sun has gone down I’ll be standing with a light … Continue reading The Promise
Crux of the matter Is the matter of the crux. Laid once on that bald cross Is the master stayed, Stained and battered with victory blood. Body once active with life Now remained hooked to the Romans hooks. There soldiers and crooks, gambled his hoods. And chatter upon chatter Over the filed case Of many … Continue reading Events At The Cross
This is a serious little tale Not of the Tiger that terrifies a terrain With its tireless tail But of the wood by the Blood’s rain. It is an ancient story Of the wood on rugged plain Calvary It was the bed- the death bed Of the holy one so dogged. And unto the believer, … Continue reading Eulogy of the Lamb’s Wood
I‘d sing this anthem from my soul The title means, “God thinks on me” Though I may not ever know as I stroll Upon earth or ride the tide of the sea There are much of the unseen seen Benign or malignant each in its kind Yet, in every single passing scene He plans inexplicably … Continue reading Chinechere M – tʃi/nɛ/tʃɛ rɛ m/
Here upon The Calvary’s tree the man Jesus wept Such a great pain Great, indeed he bore for love’s sake, My wretched self So was its blindness Of the power of this love and he groaned Melted God’s heart and broke the Temple’s cloak ‘Tis of the power Of this pain; and In the name of … Continue reading Groanings of Love!
CRUX OF THE CROSS Darkness ravaged the land Stealing away in cloaked garb… Spoils and coffers of wordly sins In the deadness of mortal wits… Purloined, the world is bereft of the temple’s veil and the altar’s banquet Dignity-raped, he stumbled On shackled feet he fumbled Befuddled by the bloody tears Whipped astride … Continue reading Crux Of The Cross
Hither, hither ye young lad! Come to the agora and see The prodigality of that God And how his foolishness abound Was He of strong wine drunk? When immortality sought for materiality And peeping from His cloud’s roof Met His eyes on a woman! And upon love, whence He fell! Therein with a beautiful baby … Continue reading The Prodigal God
‘appy Birthday babie Jesus Would you tell how warmth and homely the cradle Unto which Mary laid you in the pen was And how tenderly she made it not to prick nor pinch ‘tis your birthday, so could you tell of your age That we may cut the cakes and eat the puddings And give … Continue reading The 25th Verse
(Based on a True-Life Imagination) Sleek as a new Porsche, she was the talk of her peers. The bible would have described her as a fair damsel. Mama had nurtured her from youth days and she possessed that inner beauty any man would crave for. Respectful, Hardworking and a diligent one she was. Mothers … Continue reading Mama’s Touch
The preacher’s voice droned over her head like the sound of a helicopter. She sat there, eyes fixed on the preacher as if he had her attention. Nnenna’s mind was drifting. She wasn’t keen on coming to church but she needed to make the appearances for the sake of her mother. Her mother, whom … Continue reading The little black book.
He stared at the screen, trying to make sense of the figures on it, same thing he had been trying to do for the past three hours. For some reason his mind was not cooperating, something strange was going on in his heart. It felt hollow, empty and ached ferociously. He stood up for the … Continue reading The Star