The prophet died !!!


He gave up his post in willful submission, he had given his bit…

He did baptize, he did preach, he ran the race…

He was nobler than them all, his peers and kinsmen…

He taught the people in the synagogue, he broke bread and drank the blood… 

He was nobler than them all…

He was father, teacher and mentor, he was prophet!

In pain and ail, he wailed for souls, he served in health and disease… He was indeed nobler than mere mortals…

“I am scarred, wounded and broken in spirit… “These were the very words of the prophet when the sea raged and fear was nigh… 

He did seem as though destitute and forgotten but by the preacher stood his bride… 

Keeping her vows ” In sickness and in health , in pain and wealth…” She stooped  to conquer until the very fangs of death clawed deep into the preacher…

Love is proven in times of pain and lack, love is certain to win and vanquish all that ache the soul…

I stood and reminisced on the words of the prophet…

I cried, I screamed, I Called, I prayed, I even begged because my own was slowly going yonder…

But This prophet prophesied until death! 

We will meet again and I shall give you tales of your unwholesome departure…

Goodbye papa

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Rhapsodies at midday!

sunrise

When beauty glows it’s brightest; wearing her brightest and most cheerful smile…

Amidst these tingling sparkles, a radiant resplendence of hope assured warms my black skin…

No chills this time, just warmth within to numb tearful hearts and broken spirits…

In reverie of paradise but locked in a maze of life’s realities, I am left with this choice to steer on…

Reflecting on purpose and value, an exchange for destiny’s quest to come true…

Your most pleasant voice in the ears of my memories, useful melodies in sync with my desires for remedies to open wounds of yesterday…

Now today at midday, I simply surrender, i yield completely to only your promises…

Reckoning that life happens only when you allow, that pain comes and goes and that you have never slept nor slumbered for me…

That your watchful eyes are always open as well as your giving and keeping hands…

It’s all yours, take all the glory, take all the praise…you get the honour!