Worthless memories, how they linger!

The memory pounds my head with merciless aches
The memory makes my smile appear worn and faded
The memory makes my head hang low like I was afraid I might see judgment written in the clouds
The memory makes eye contact with the pictures of Christ and His prophet a distressing experience
The memory makes dancing in church a clumsy affair
The memory makes my upraised hands weigh heavier than the pull exerted by gravity
The memory makes praying an awkward act
The memory makes my seated frame sag like a boneless mass of flesh
The memory makes the preacher’s sermon sharp like the edge of a surgeon’s knife
The memory makes being inside the church feel like a hostile courtroom
The memory makes my peace strained like a graveyard
The memory makes my gut go haywire prompting unending trips to the bathroom
The memory will make an excellent material for a horror movie

Like History, I can’t help repeating myself
Like the sun, I can’t help rising and falling
Like water under pressure, I can’t help letting off steam
Like an animal, I can’t help following my instincts

I can still see those rebellious steps that marched me along the way of a transgressor
I can still taste the hard to get rid off vileness lingering in my breath
I can still see the pained expression of regret that masked my face when the deeds were done
I can still see the weight of guilt that stooped my back like I had grown a hunch
I can still feel the disgust wash over me like I was a virgin whose long protected virtue had been defiled
I can still recall cold sweat breaking out on my body like rash on a baby
I can still hear the demonic laughter that echoed back to my mind as a jubilant demon was being congratulated with the words, “well done”

I see all these
As my accuser forces my eyes on every ugly detail
But I also see the atoning blood washing the slate clean
And writing the incredible word
“Pardoned”

Author's comment:
I hear the sun is faithful because it never fails to rise. It never fails to FALL either, so I guess it's really faithful anyway you look at it.That's my best picture of grace hanging there in the heavens.

"Blessed is he whose transgression is forgiven, whose sin is covered. Blessed is the man to whom the Lord does not impute iniquity, and in whose spirit there is no deceit." Psalm 32:1

Black and White Scenes

I see yet I fail to see

I see huge oil explorations but I fail to see the end of poverty

I see courthouses but I fail to see justice

I see religions but I fail to see changed lives

I see a Government but I fail to see leadership

I see PHCN officials roaming with ladders but I fail to see electricity

I see businesses everywhere but I fail to see employment

I see many calling themselves Christians but I fail to see Christ in them

I see workers everywhere but I fail to see dignified living conditions

I see the beating drums of democracy but I fail to see the masses dancing

I see a democracy but I fail to see democrats

I see policemen but I fail to see the end of insecurity

I see many tribes but I fail to see a nation

I see conductors but I fail to see order in busses

I see EFCC but I fail to see the disappearance of corruption

I see pupils going to school but I fail to see them coming out as students

I see those claiming to be of the religion of peace but I fail to see anything but terror and terrorists

I see young men and women but I fail to see a hotbed of ideas

I see universities but I fail to see research and development

I see a message crying out against denominationalism but I fail to see the unification of the “revealed” and the “non revealed” camps

I see an army of preachers preaching about the kingdom of God but I fail to see them stop building earthly empires

I see the ravages of STDs but I fail to see the end of ungodly fashion

I see great strides in the field of medicine but I also see great advances in the invention of weapons of mass destruction

I see religions holding up one book but I fail to see a unified interpretation of it’s content

I see people wearing watches but I fail to see them recognize the hour that they are living in

I see women dressed in men's clothing but I fail to see them any less prone to Satan's misquotes

I see a majority of Christians reading about the fiery judgment of Sodom and Gomorrah but I see only a minority being convinced about God’s hatred of homosexuality

I see huge amounts of money populating budget sheets but I fail to see improved infrastructure

I see religious houses everywhere but I fail to see a decline in the number of brothels and drinking pubs

I see many perishing in automobile accidents but I fail to see them avoid the use of cars

I see people cursing at a rainy weather but I fail to see them refrain from devouring fresh fruits and veggies

I see many who think that the world revolves around them but I fail to see the earth grind to a halt at their death

I see many who consider life to be a drama of tragedies but I fail to see them opt out of it's theatre

I see a lot of religious activities but I fail to see them translate to spiritual progress

I see packs of cigarettes threatening smokers with death but I fail to see them smoking any less

I see a stockpile of lethal weapons in national arsenals but I fail to see the death of the true enemy, Satan.

I see brides veiling their bodies to the altar but I fail to see those covers remain later

I see the sons of Ishmael eating rams but I fail to see them act gentle

I see lots of computers in the offices but I fail to see shorter working hours

I see the butcher of Baghdad out of office but I fail to see Iraq cease to be a slaughterhouse

I see a White House in Washington but I fail to see men without selfish ambitions

I see a United Nations Organization but fail to see unity or organization among the member nations

I see yet I fail to see
Author's comment:
We certainly live in a magical world of “the more you look, the less you see”
2:00am 05:03:06
Alfred Iwerebor