
Void Reverberation
Sometimes reaching you is a puzzle A jigsaw with missing pieces At most times I do not understand The smoke from my burning self What caused the fire? My sins or generations…
Verses, haiku and letters to God. 157 posts.

Sometimes reaching you is a puzzle A jigsaw with missing pieces At most times I do not understand The smoke from my burning self What caused the fire? My sins or generations…

Am in a dark dungeon Cold and lifeless Am depraved of joy Am succumbed to loneliness And all I need is a voice I need to hear a cricket sing Or maybe the blow of wind I need to…

It really matters if you appear On the front cover of a popular magazine You become the face of the day And everyone shines grace unto you It really matters if you serve in church…

If I am to die tomorrow I will not cry of my short life Nor wail for an extension If I am to die tomorrow I will be jubilant of time not wasted Given that I gave my all Worked on…

God, am not good to others Though I share in their laughter I love them, but that doesn’t matter Because I cannot be vulnerable to them I may share in their pain I may be with…
You are very much talented, they say Endowed with gifts a few possess, they add I wish I were like you, brilliant and quick to learn I wish I were an eagle, strong with talons,…

There’s but too much evil Too much debauchery Too much zeal for profanity Too much of immorality Making it so easy In a thousand ways to sin There are much pitfalls to stumble…

When you ain’t a someone From the road they will shove From the set they will push Concentrating you into this camp Forcing you into self-deprivation Of love, peace and happiness…

Many a times Many a world’s cycle The question is put forth ‘You are a Christian? You are born again?’ ‘You are very young, What have you lacked?’ The question is then sealed with…

I may not be eloquent in my words Not in speech nor in preaching But I can jot coherent pieces together I may not have the audacity to move Hearts and souls towards a course But…

Those dark days when Cumulus clouds clothe Demeaning disaster dig And meaningless mounds mount On the very troubled mind The mounds of your dead past With scary owls perching On…

When God blesses you When He uplifts you When He sets you apart For greatness and power When He favours you When He opens His floodgates He adds no painful toil When He creates a…
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