The Spiritual Iliad

In the mind of man 
is the divinity's dwelling place.
The sanctuary where our 
life is molded and patterned,
our thoughts formed either 
for good or destruction. 
Our lives roadmap lights
our partway into the divine will 
and purpose for constructive living. 
With the divine helpful hands, 
we willed our lives with might,
Not of our strength,
but the inner leading of the almighty. 
For those who listen to 
the unexplainable inner call 
within their consciousness,
the divine healing elixir 
of life is unleashed, 
their lives becomes 
a noble one full of grace, 
for their obedience links 
them to the miraculous.
They feel the pains of life, 
and of death, 
the pain of love,
and of hate, 
the pain of knowing too much,
and lack of knowledge,
pain of being sensitive, 
and insensitive,
pain of having, 
and of lack,
more than their peers, 
for that is the cross they bear
of being who they are 
in the scheme of things prepared 
for only those who walk in the 
part of the divine Iliad. 
No complaints are needed 
for their end are assured. 
Answer that call now. 
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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