Let it be known—
this is where I rose.
Not from victory,
but from void.
Not from praise,
but from prayerless nights
with no answer.
I rose not like sunlight,
but like stone breaking through its tomb.
Not like wind—
but like silence that chose to speak.
This is where I shed the skin of survival.
Where I buried the man
who begged for belonging.
Where I kissed the hands of pain
and said, “Your work is done.”
I am no longer waiting.
Not for love, not for country,
not for the applause of blind kings.
I carry a pen that knows thunder.
I walk with a gaze that remembers Egypt.
I was not born to chase wealth—
I was born to carve memory into sky.
Let those who knew me say:
He fell many times—
but when he rose,
the Earth shifted.
Let the old gods bear witness.
This is not the end.
This is the beginning
of the man the stars feared
and the world forgot.
I have returned.
Whole.
Holy.
On fire.
—Chanda
Categories:
prayerless, courage, hero, light, miracle,
Form: Free verse
A thirstless, prayerless soul, soon slowly dehydrates.
At first there is no notice, but as purer water taints,
the presence of our Lord is quenched, His image seems more faint.
Others see it bye the bye, change not concealed from passing eye,
but the bearer is unaware, senses slowly running dry.
At last the thirst produces pain, a longing for the living rain,
to quench again this dry soul’s lips, again to meet soul’s thirst,
a pant that longs for quiet waters in dusty, parched terrain.
First, bowing knee must begin to fill the belly-centred being,
then out of which new waters flow, restoring life’s first meaning.
Categories:
prayerless, christian, prayer,
Form: Rhyme
Life is not a bottle of coke you can just open and drink like that
Do you know that, One step close to your success means one step close to your grave
If you are not careful?
John the baptist was a highly anointed man of God
but at the request of a young girl a whole john the baptist was beheaded
You think you are anointed?
the day you stop praying you will die and when i say you will die
I don't mean naturally death
you will die spiritually
There are so many of us walking around looking good
posting quote and poems here
But spiritually some of us are dead
You might be living and still be dead
Your marriage is dying
Your glory has been stolen
A prayerless life becomes a playground if you don't pray
Until you call God, he may not show up
Just go back to the days of prayer
those days when you used to pray and people will say'' Are you mad
Are you still praying like that these days?
What so ever you received by prayer
Hold on to it with prayer
Keep it with prayer
Categories:
prayerless, angel, beautiful,
Form: Light Verse
My hands ~
Like brackets of identity ~ e're naught
My feet ~
Like portals of iniquity ~ there caught
My faith ~
Like vestige' continuity ~ all bought
My grace ~
Like Godliness' annuity ~ still sought
My gifts ~
Like treasures weight in view of thee ~ untaught
Thy promise ~
The road determined not as free ~ yet fought!
. . . . stay in prayer!
Categories:
prayerless, faith, inspirational, school
Form: Monorhyme
O that you too could have sat their in awe
I see the human body thaw
From bright emotion into motion
When Sheila Barnett, that Nettleford so Rex
Curved and looped in sweet elation
Petals on wind, eyes camering context
From the stage of egg to chrysallis
This dance poised against memory still
A bead of dew, and dancers bliss
Distilled upon a frozen moment of will.
O they that I could explain more than cumina
Maypole memories or quadrille, the stamina
In the hunger to express
This nation's beauty, its struggling people content
In the glowing sweat of happiness.
The body's twirl of space is better argument
For life than all the sophistries of Kant
And the Heathen rant from Voltaire
To our prayerless hoardes. And the scant
Dress of form does cause a man to sit and stare.
Categories:
prayerless, allegory
Form: Verse