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 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.
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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