Christian Poetry: àyọ̀midé

a journey before sperm met egg, 

that journey He foreknew, and

for that journey, He spent His all.

in a wall made of muscle, 

father's voice I heard

and mother's belly I kicked.

in a wall of atmosphere,

mother put me to breast,

and, in father's arms, I belched.

in four walls not home,

on foundation of bricks, cemented by hate.

i thrived like a lily among thistles.

a babe, milk dumped in my gut,

tossed to-fro by waves of craftiness.

now a Sent, making straight the crooked paths.

from now, till my 

final breath,

my part I vow to play.

SOS 2², Ephesians 4¹⁴, Matthew 10⁵, Luke 3⁵