tools I used to survive were revealed, and
some of the captivity of my mind slowly began to
subside.
But there was one that I found very difficult,
I was determined that my children would
not experience a childhood of disaster and
despair, and I firmly believed I was in
control of this.
One of the tools, letting go, was difficult.
I had to accept that they had
the choice of navigating through life’s
sorrows and struggles in their own way…
But I still claim the promise –
“Long after mothers are gone, their prayers
for their children still ascend before the throne of
God”
This seventy years of
Captivity,
And counting,
Declared upon your
Child
~
An Iliad of wars in
A milestone of
Uncertainty
~
My journey has been
Long and laborious
This curse hard to bear
Many a day and night
I have been in despair
~
To your people was not the
Promise given to all those
Who listened?
~
Crying unto You, your
Face was not hidden
For You do not lie
Your grace is forgiving
~
‘Turn to me with all your
Heart and I will bless my
Chosen”
~
The burden of the switch
Will surely be lifted the
Sins upon the fathers
No longer visited
~
Have the dregs of the
Bottle been wasted
From copious amounts
Sparkling, swirling upon
The lips, stained with the
Flame of scarlet ribbons?
~
How smoothly and
Tantalizing it goes down
But a mockery to those
In its sorrows drowning
~
And I, am I any better?
From the bottle I have
Refrained
But am I not much more
To blame?
~
Oh that I could taste of
The drunken vine
Sweet grapes of vintage
Wine
Fleeing from this world
Is what I sought
~
But this is not my chosen
Lot
Now seeking solace in
Thoughts and dreams
Charmed with the
Opiates of utopia
Wasting into dystopia
~
My heart in numbness
Pleading
That my children might be
Bought with pinings
And bargainings
~
What sacrifice can I
Offer upon Your altar?
~
As Job of old after a night
Of feasting, morning
And evening, raising
His voice in prayer
His children would be
Spared
~
To Your promise I cling
With wailing, do not let
Their foot stray
Bring them back from
Their wayward ways
~
Oh you Wiley One
You shall not win
The victory over them
Has been won
~
For the promise is true
“I will contend with him
Who contends with them
And I will save your children.”*
~
*’Book of Isaiah ‘
Chapter 49:25 in God’s word
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