Coal by Ojo Victoria Ilemobayo

 
Coal by Ojo Victoria Ilemobayo
 
The first time the priest engraved a coal in me,
Life became a tattered robe of many colours.
This coal is like a fierce fire, many waters cannot quench.
This coal is like light lightening all litters of darkness.
This coal is like a kingdom-
root below & bears fresh fruits above.
This coal is a warrior turning fortified slimy cities into piles of stone.
This coal flourishes like a luxuriant native tree in my soul.

The spaceship betwixt heaven & earth reins,
The bobbling bubble of Koinonia.
The purple thread of Zoe.

 Yes, my feet waddling away from the miry clay,
On solid rock- I stand now.

My worth is in the Cross.
My heart delight at the holy hills .

My soul ever thirsts for the rhythm of the sanctuary.
My lips drink from the pure spring,
My hands trace the lines of scripture - page after page.

My pupils bask in his right righteousness,
My head pays homage to the ageless being.

As the deer thirst for waters, 
So shall my soul thirst for more coal baked with honey.






   

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