So other than writing poetry, I’ve been missing home-cooked Ghanaian food. So I thought, Well if I can’t go to my mum’s, or Ghana to eat Fufu, then I go bring Ghana to me by my own HANDS! My hands have been anointed for fruitfulness! … Continue reading Easter Season bringing home Home-Cooked Food
“Stay up with me One more Night,” I came with the soft whispers of the night.
The Chilling foreboding of my impending doom, awaited me.
Troubled, I’d never known FEAR; Never knew Fright,
Until that fateful eve in my heart when fear was all I could see…
Knowing the thought of Losing YOU to face my Destiny gripped my sorrowful frame,
But knowing it was to SAVE YOU, was worth enduring the Pain and the Shame.
So, could you watch with me One Hour?
But that night the weight was all too real!
The apprehension. The Pain. Mental Torture was all I could feel.
The threat of truly knowing life a part
Where my Father would forsake me for a start,
The darkness of loneliness creeping my skin,
The terror of emptiness Pounding within…
So I asked again: would you watch with me One Hour?
But on return to your sleeping heads,
the weight of slumber covered your eyes.
Crestfallen, the familiar stab of pain and disappointment hit me
But my loving compassionate heart saw your feeble frame, & I knew YOU were MY Prize!
The thought of your falling to Temptation’s Snare, pulled my jealous love for you to pray,
All I wanted was One More Night with you – Please Stay!
Yet, my cry was “Not MY WILL BUT BE DONE THINE!”
So that I could make you truly Official and Legitimately Mine!
So now you’ve found yourself in your Gethsemane.
Your Being & Energy calls out to me:
“Lord, Watch with me One Hour?” and me I say,
“I’ll watch with you an hour, a second and a day,
Even a Lifetime.
Because I will NEVER LEAVE YOU nor FORSAKE You.
And finally, “YOU ARE MINE.“
Let me know what you think peoples!
As ever Keeping it real, Peace! HAPPY EASTER!!
The Elected Lady xx