It Is With His Grace
it is with your grace
that i die and come back to life
10pm I die 5am I come back to life
at times I wonder why the long night
long just as the day
is so short, just like a minute
'I sleep just now,' I say
It is with your grace
I snore
I roll from rear to rare
at times I sleep with my mouth -
my eyes open wide
at times just like a thin canned, they close tight
but no door to my nose - my ears
ants flutter over my nose
ants gad before my nose
ants flutter before my ears
ants gad beside my ears
but within, none enters
it is with your grace
ants flutter over my wide open eyes
yet I cannot swat them
for I cannot feel their presence
even if I feel -
l cannot see them coming
yet during the day
I see them
I feel them
I swat them
yet at times they enter my eyes
at times they enter my ears
it is with your grace
to sleep at night and wake at down
to breath in and out in the dead zone
so many wars one is fought and won
defer physical or natural
that security man could fight and prevail
but spiritual that is invisible to nacked eyes
it is with your grace
alone it is with your grace
when I sleep and wake up at down
I yawn
and
stress my hands above my head
with me, what power lies?
it is with your grace
that I think and know you
that I am not lost to you
it is with your grace
alone it is with your grace
Copyright © Afolabi Muideen | Year Posted 2017
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