SANCTIFY ME

 

Wield my eyes around your words

like the wrap of dust in a whirlwind

 

that if I may kiss dust and swear at/

against your generousity (air-breathe

 

water-drink, food-eat, words-speak)

with my yearn for sins & iniquities,

 

I’d snap back into life in your words.

My mouth. Never let it rest in praise

 

of your infinite mercy running into

my soul & washing all my worries

 

into a tiny fleck of crushed dust & dirt.

Wrap my tongues into tunes of psalms

 

of you, O! Lion of Judah & pride of Joseph.

Make my mouth a trumpet of angels.

 

Shackle my feet with chains of you–

holy, righteous, humble, kind & just

 

that my steps may pour an elixir of

your grace into hearts of humans.

 

Make me a grand tool of manifestation

shuffling & reshuffling hearts with joy.

 

Drown me into the river of your grace.

Above all, dip me into the jar of your blood

& pull me into the arms of forgiveness.

 

TAKE ME

 

Take me Lord

into your sanctuary

peel me like a ripe banana

& munch me, mesh me

& ground me into ash

& sprinkle me at your feet;

there I can feel you on me

like footprints ashore.

 

Biography:

Nome Patrick Emeka is a-20-year old budding poet and writer who expresses his grief and joy in words. He is a student of the University of Benin.

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