Dear meSober up on yesterday, when
Your very presence played harlot with your mind
Rendering your hands as the barren woman who awaits the homecoming of her presence.
Knowing where your presence has been, still
She calls cite memories of potential and ambition that belongs to you.
Dear me. You are accounted for.
Woven together in your mother’s womb. Where,
The nights of woman asked to hide you,
Only shines light on every intricate parts. You are,
Complexity for a name,
Your every moment laid out
Even before a single day has passed.
His workmanship is marvellous and your every breath is all that is required.
You’ve survived over two decades now, Long enough to learn of the two rulers in this utopian land;
You will still come to realise their significance and that one will always be greater than the other.
You will get to understand their characters and where you think their flaws lies.
Dear me Dare to live a life in the uncomfortable
Dare to speak volumes of the One you know
Dare to write library for the One you love
Let His truth be a gushing river of enough,
to fill your innermost being.
You are the journalist,
The aftermath of the story told.
Dear me, Unravel yourself as a miracle to the masses
Marvel at the blinding sight of your gracious potential; when
asked to cast out your arrows
Cast them and
Do not stop until
You have made oceans of knowledge, made
Mountains in understanding, and
Wisdom as countless as the sand on the seashore.
Be rest assured
That dreams are not made only for movies, your
possibility does not hide in the dream itself, rather
It is unravelled in you as the miracle to the masses.
Boast in the God made weakness of your lips, love the stutters from your mouth.
They are not delay thoughts neither are they uttered from a place of confusion but simply waves of prayers pushing against the current of your throat.
Like the world would be at a disservice unless your very tongue is ushered out sequentially.
Your stutters are beautiful, never stop.
Instead let it be prove of how much faith you have in God.
Use it to remind yourself that your every breath is worship to God
And your words will one day be used as an instrument to bring the source of light to people.
I want you to remember me so the world can remember me.
I want you to love me so I can give and receive love.
I want you to impact me so I can impact the world.
God has you on this journey of investing in yourself and in the days you forget, remember this….
YOU are ISRAEL!
Ethiopia and many other nations were traded for You by God.
You are the epitome of LOVE because you are made in God’s image.
Take down those masks you are in such a hurry to put on.
Lay it aside
Your body is not quicksand for your soul.
Recognise your OWN face.
Wear it and ask yourself.
‘What do I want to say?’