Sleep

Poetry
The day my body sleeps, I would be free
I would have left this prison
That the world calls me
I would dance with the angels
I will laugh with my saviour
The day my body sleeps, I would be free

The day my body sleeps, I would be raised
From the sorrows of the world
I would be saved
I would be higher than sickness
Trials, temptations and weakness
The day my body sleeps, I would be raised

The day my body sleeps, the Comforter would be there
I may have been caring
But my God is ever the more near
To wipe your teary eyes
To comfort your scared soul
The day my body sleeps, the Comforter would be there

The day my body sleeps , I pray you understand
That you might have been seeing a body
But that was just a house
And I have packed out
So please, let happiness flood your heart
The day my body sleeps, I pray you understand

That my body was never really me.

Dusty Shirts

Naija
I waited with bated breaths
I wiped off my morning sweat
I bid the November midnight heat farewell
For a sweet Yuletide sleep was near

And so I awoke each day
With elation hoping that I would stray
Into the morning dew filling the earth
Hoping for a fierce breeze and a dusty shirt

But I saw no dry skin as 1st turned to 21st
No cracking lips and still no thirst
Still no Vaseline or a need for gloss
Like the Christmas bustle, Harmattan was lost

Then one morning after we spread love
After the celebrations about a manger and Jesus
My sweet heart returned home to me
Bringing back nostalgia and sweetened memories

Of playful mornings with little sweat
Of morning dews and dusty shirts
My lips are breaking as they form a smile
Welcome Harmattan; it's been a while.

Darkened

Poetry
Darkened. ©martisons.com

The veil tells of a darkness
Of Sambisa, a desert forest
The shadows speak, reminding
Of a simple life torn in shreds

Her forehead bears adolescent worries
Of only crushes and puberty once
But now of rape and terrorist husbands
Fighter jets, barrel bombs and RPGs

Alas, theirs is a tale the mind files
In folders to remain unopened
For it is a tale that fades away
In the midst of our mindless motions

But please remember, I pray you
Remember your daughters and sisters
For your memory and prayers remain
The only light in a darkened photoshoot

Photo Credits:JohnGreat Eziefule

Untitled

Poetry

Isolation burns deep like a heated knife
Cutting through the chains that bind
Family, friends and community
Hence, I find myself, lost with me.

Alone, separate from loud laughter
From flippant girls lacking courtesy
Vexing comrades, lacking sensitivity
My heart recoils like flowers in twilight
I fade into isolation like an ant to its tower.

My heart gently hurts
I massage it gently, it heals
But it feels the pains of times
When I ventured into community
Isolation burns deep
But the memory of hurtful words
Make isolation bearable.

Letting Go

Word!!!!
I want my dream life. I want it so bad

I want a house, four bedroom bungalow with a small lawn in front of it. I want to wake up on a Saturday morning to the sun shining on the blades of the mowed grasses and sip my cup of coffee as my children play catch in front of me.

I want a car, maybe two. I want a 4×4 truck, with dark paint and maybe an SUV to go with it. I want to be able to enjoy my good music with a good sound system while I ride into town. Yes. These are the things I want. I want them, not just for myself. I want to get them, so that I can say that "God gave me these things". After all, every thing I do is for his glory.

So I wake up every morning and get into the " hustle". I have no time to waste, no energy to spare, I need to succeed because Christians must be on top. I cannot let God down. I must hammer. For the glory of God, of course.

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Does this sound familiar? Is this you? Do you feel the pressure of your own dreams tear at your soul every morning? Are you afraid that you'd let down your friends and family who expect so much from you? Are you afraid you'd let God down?

Well firstly, God doesn't need you to give Him glory. He is God. It's not your billions or degrees that would prove that He is God. He is God all by himself. But surprisingly , even though he doesn't need you he wants you. He doesn't need you and yet he wants you.

The moment you realize that God wants you just as you are right now, as you are, things change. The moment you realize that God has a perfect plan for you that would come to pass whether you are dedicated or not, hardworking or not, wise or foolish, you lose control. You let go and choose His plan over yours.

So let them go. Go on your knees and tell God you let go. The house, the cars, the dream. Give them up and watch the pressure fly away with them. Listen and you'd hear a sweeter calmer perfect plan for you.

Let go.

I have a song on MeTube I'd like you to listen to. It's called "Control" and I think it explains all this better. Click HERE to listen. Leave a comment okay? Let's chat over letting go. I'm waiting

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