Seeking God's indulgence
Sitting on my tod,
my soul sleeps like a night watch, and
my heart beats the rhythm of a lifer, then
my mind sprints with much woolgathering, while
my body sweats emotions in full current.
My sins haunt me like karma, and
my good deeds desert me to my fate, then
my past sterilizes my future,
like a fragrance sprayed on a gangrened leg,
God’s indulgence I hanker after.
Every prodigal soul deserves remission,
while I cast my eyes upon the Lord,
with litany of my contrition,
I cry like an Iroko tree with a deep lesion,
salvation that I seek melts in the hands of my past,
like a honey mixed with a vinegar.
Lord, open your fountain gate,
let the flood of mercy shower my soul,
so I can wash off this poison in my head, and
purge my body of my demons.
This carnal life I desire to fulfill like the morning star,
I am tired of its delicacy, and
I am choked by its lavender.
Let my past be gone like the Mayans, and
my future to shine like your armour.
I sit watching my old ways die, and
embers of my past gone at mid-night, then
come in the morning, I awake in Zion’s gate,
with songs of dominion on my lips.
Featured recently in Heart & Mind Zine, October 2016.
Copyright © Chuma Okonkwo | Year Posted 2016