Neither by the blood of goats and calves, but by his own blood had he entered in once into the holy place, having obtained eternal redemption for us.

SLAUGHTER HOUSE
Christ’s blood
Redeemed.
Another shed
Flowing upon iron
So pointed and cruel
Then flesh

Deeped in water so black
And mean
Like peeling the back of yam
And no knife

Soft coloured furs wet
And washed
For flesh
To eat cooked flesh

But from the cross
Dropped Christ’s blood

For us…for redemption…

 

 

 

 

But they cried, saying, crucify him, crucify him.

THE LITIGANTS WERE THE JUDGES

It was a rubbishing of the law

In the people’s lawless court

I asked:

What is His offense?

We still don’t know!

That

The way

The truth

And the life

From above…DESCENDED

And took on this perishable human flesh as the WORD

Uttered in the BEGINNING!

They said he is a threat to the king!

How?  I don’t know!

Who made the king and his temporary kingdom?

HE DID AND EVEN THE PEOPLE WHO SAID!

This kingdom belongs to Christ and not Caeser

But their anger took the best of them:

Sentenced by the people!

Pilate helpless!

Barabbas freed!

Nailed to the cross!

Resurrected…ASCENDED…took his place on the right hand of the father

Left the Holy Spirit

The kingdom is established and here and forever!

Christ won!  We won

All kingdoms subjected!

 

And I say also unto thee, that thou art Peter, and upon this rock I will build my church and the gate of hell shall not prevail against it.

 

“CHURCH MAN”

I have been passing

And as I pass he sees me

As he sees me he wonders

Of where I go clutching my Bible

And I am just a little bit older.

 

But one morning

I hear him shout in front of his flat, “Church man!”

I said nothing out of bewilderment

But walked quietly to church that Sunday morning,  “a church man.”

 

For what course would I be “church man” other than for Christ?

I am “no man” if not a “church man”

The kid was right.

 

Christ came to make me a “church man” and nothing less!

I go everywhere “no man” but a “church man”…

Taiye  Paul  Kolawole is a writer, critic and editor based in Lagos City, Nigeria. He may be reached at kolawoletaiye@gmail.com.