" Definitions:
Delineating Means: Depicting or describing.
Deify Means: Adoration or exaltation for a beloved." - Oxford Dictionary -
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Darling, desire dominates dearest dreams.
Daydreams discover deepest devotion.
Despite demonstrative dauntless dedication.
Decades didn’t dampen delicate delights.
Daylight dawned, dazzled by a daisy a day.
Doting directly drives desire to dance.
Determined to declare deify for my dearest.
Distinguished, debonair, dignified date.
Dress, diamond, Diocese, document, a destiny.
Delineating developing dependence divinely.
Deserving dedicated devotion darling.
Dissent divides, devotion defends, to dispel dire divisions.
A new interest in running a poultry,
Then, reckoned the needed sum not paltry,
Coolants for birds with the weather sultry,
The chilly worse, keeper desultory…
When birds start dying owner jittery:
Mass breathing of one’s last in battery;
Of its allure packed-with-eggs crates trappings
But should nose deal with foul smell, eyes droppings?
And then this Bastards’ cannibalism
Worse than Nigerian’s Tribalism -
You’ll be paying someone for debeaking
To make safer any fresh bickering;
Also experts on Coccidiosis
To cry less to God in His diocese…
I know it has been a don’t-risk-it voice
But the brave-hearted keeps his brave choice:
To remain their town’s chief egg suppliers
While routes to chicken stalls retain flyers.
You stand there like Voltaire
with a pen in your hand
but that’s not your name
and we know it.
Nothing’s changed in the diocese
the order remains.
You are right
it is Sunday,
a bible or a gun day
for some
and is the chalice half
empty or is it
half full?
questions that pull me this way
or that way when any way out of
Sunday is the right way for me.
I haven’t woken up properly
there’s still sleep in my eyes
wherein the proof lies that I live.
Did I dream?
yes I did of the things that
I thought I’d got rid of
but
like a boot sale in a wild gale
these things blow away.
Voltaire still stands there
with a pen.
The accursed are brave in this place,
where fear cannot arrest them.
As for me, I stand exposed
to the withering darkness that beats me down.
In these darkened hollows
prayers to God are still offered
within the diocese of this battered mind.
And stripped of varnish, my welt-ridden body
struggles to barricade against the constant
thrashes thrown up by the dark.
Yet, as a phalanx of illumination
makes its charge toward the dark,
the time has come to push back the night
by the lighted coals of the Seraphim.
And my lips are left to mouth the sounds
of coloured hues, as each breath is forced
from my lungs, and my voice finds the tolerant
tones of dawns luminescence .
Once more I have found my eyes.
And my mouth has gained its purpose,
to scream a challenge at the darkness
and be rid of this souless carcass.
And force out the few, who thrive
in the valley of my dark-day soul.
Some Siberian
Or could be Nigerian
Opposite climates.
My Forward Day by Day for Sunday
January 17th mentions Diocese of
Akoko Edo, Bendel, Nigeria. Other
dioceses of Ondo, Aguata, Niger and
Ahoada, Niger Delta are also mentioned.
Jim Horn, Episcopalian and Retired Veteran
Greek- episkopein
Supervisor
Leader of a diocese (Local Church)
Under the leadership of the Pope
Has a share in the responsibility for the Universal Church