Pray The Easter Message

Every season has a story meant to stir the human reason.

Easter isn’t just a rite of passage

but God speaking in due season

to a world straying from His purpose.

No time for fervent praying than now,

that God turn all eyes to the cross,

where His love for the world stands,

offering to all a life like His.
© 2017 Celestine S Ikwuamaesi

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Dripping dew

A rumble in the sky, 
a croon dews down at dusk.
In drought, it drips all night, 
at times a light shower, then a torrent; 
thaws crusted hearts behind shuttered doors. 
         Life blooms, flowers at dawn
causing the earth to know no winter 
but spring and summer; and spring 
streaming to summer. I hum 
the rich ballad while my heart croons 
a continuous refrain. I cuddle the lullaby, think
        no more of the dark hours of howling storm. 
Awake, I drip honey, 
        infused with life. So real:
              God’s pristine love.

The world wilts, 
withers from stanching 
the flow of heaven’s dew. 
It loves romance with death, 
stench of blood down the streets;
       death gasps, a melody.
There was once life, 
        and still is! 

His voice rumbles. 
I hear it croon from turrets, 
in booms and blasts; it shrills 
at irreversible drift to a brink, 
        the end of life. 

If cost of arms 
had armed the poor;
turrets of rage aimed at morbid hate, 
love would’ve stanched the flow of death, 
dew down heaven’s tune, flood the earth 
        with sweet refrain.
© 2016 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi

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Pursuing The Wind

The world has nothing to offer
those who have the time to ponder,
muse over its shade of wonder
that lures most humans to wander
till they slip, tumble over yonder,
and face God’s eternal anger.

He’s laid the world fairly bare,
that the wise may be aware 
that world’s glory fleets away
like morning dew in sun’s ray,
that nothing should make them sway
from following the strait way.

Soon God will suddenly freeze
the time he gave us on lease;
then will glamor slip with ease
as heat melts a bar of cheese,
fading all we hug with glees,
life of ease and worthless fees. 

© 2016 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi 

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While waiting

The one I long to see,
like him I strive to be; 
though there be wear and tear,
the prize, I know, is dear.

I dare not ever flinch,
plodding to gain an inch;
for when the stake is high,
I bid fear and doubt bye.

The flesh shall surely fail,
but Grace shall help me sail.
By fair wind of faith I 
wing to the peak—the sky.

Though trough and crest may crawl,
with no one shall I brawl.
In the furnace heat, gold 
finds its glory on hold.

The one I long to see,
Like him I sure must be.

© 2016 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi

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Life

Life begins in the womb.
        We’re born to live
                while death lurks;
                        life and death,
                                closet friend and foe.

Life prods our rise,
        death, our fall;
                 each, a sneaky move,
                         claims a right.

Life like a stream flows, 

leased in years,
                in months,
                        in weeks,
                             in days.

Every hour counts,
yea, every minute,  

the last second at 90.

Death shouts Hurrah!
        Life moves on,
                humming 
                        a victory song:

Jesus, my life, lives!
© 2014 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi

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Grace, like a rooster

Grace, like a rooster,     crows all life.

Those who grab the booster 

    gain great heights.

It could boom like a bomb, 

    deafening; 

whiff like soft wind, 

    leaving the ear unruffled. 

Life’s laced with grace 

    yet missed by many;

but when braced, 

    one buoys to the shore 

        like a sea duck 

            atop unruly waves.

            

© 2016 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi

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Time To Crow

Your voice laps like a flowing stream,

Across howling space.
Your face beams a summer dream,
My pulse on a race.
Like morning dew, my eyes wink;
Bees busy for nectar.

The sun crawls, mimics your coming,
A paining night that slows the dawn.
Though each moment’s delay ticks
My day with unveiled smiles;
I put on white dress, perfume the air
With a sweet scent.

At night I sleep with an open eye;
I peep out the window all day:
Lend the sun some wings,

And stir him to faster pace?
Fun to see the glow, the flutter
Of a cockerel close to crow!
© 2014 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi

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Destined For The Dump

IF MY CROWN were worth a dross, the cross remains a showy sham.
If my heart should glow as snow, Jesus’ blood flowed with a flaw.
Enthralled by the warped wood, the wide spreading arms, I stared;
Yet couldn’t see on the marred face, the price He paid for my freedom.
I wondered! Why bear the shame of my wallowing in the mire?
I wondered! What a huge price for a heart fit for the dump!
After grace had cleared the fog, my worth weighed like a feather.
The cross dulled my brilliance; I came down crashing in a flash.
I had thought of my rich crown; that the world should doff and bow.
Then I saw His thorny crown, the blood and the rich harvest.
What a disdain I deserve for my pride, what I made of grace!
My silk rustles aloud the shame; but my burlap sings His praise.

© 2015 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi

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Power From Above

AT A PRAYER meeting week ago, a Christian friend shared a testimony of his brief meeting with God years ago. In a momentary experience, God showed him one of the problems that faced the church. By church, I mean you and me, and the corporate expression of this unique fellowship of believers.
The testimony went beyond attracting my interest. It confirmed my fears that something is wrong with the church. I had noticed a gap between the original and modern church, and mused over the issue. I tried to place a finger on the cause. One of the two cannot be real! The New Testament accounts of church life sound like a fantasy—tale by the moonlight. However, modern church appeals more to the intellect, personal desires, and material expectations from God. When one compares the old church with the new, we find two speaking to God in two separate languages.
Going back in history, the earth was dark and empty when God’s love stirred Him to create a place for a people with His image and likeness. He said, “Let there be light.” At the end of sequence of events, God created man and set him in the midst of what He had judged to be Very Good. Love brings something good. Hate is weak and gives rise to evil. Love comes from God, hate from the devil. Today, the world has moved away from where it started.
Jesus Christ came with a simple message. “The time has come. The kingdom of God has come near. Repent and believe the Good News!” (Mark 1:15 NIV) God’s kingdom is synonymous with His love. When heard Jesus, he noticed that his end had come. He could not withstand the power of kingdom love.
Christ raised a team of simpleminded men, took them around the country showing the power of kingdom love. They saw it through signs and wonders. Captives of the devil regained freedom while relief came to the broken-hearted. Those on the devil’s death row received pardon. Testimonies flowed from the hearts of a baffled public and the devil’s former captives. “Rabbi, we know that you are a teacher who has come from God. For no one could perform the signs you are doing if God were not with him.” (John 3:2 NIV) Whoever comes from God must be equipped with kingdom power of love.
Our Lord drove the message home to those of us who, through faith in His name, are disciples. He tasked the disciples: But I tell you, love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, so you may be sons of your Father in heaven. (Mat 5:44, 45; Luke 6:27-28)
“A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. By this everyone will know that you are my disciples if you love one another.” (Romans 3:14 NIV)

Kingdom love is the mark of God’s children and Christ’s disciples. Our spiritual power flows from it hence the Holy Spirit comes into us with love at the new birth. (Romans 5:5)
Jesus was barred by the Samaritans on his way to Jerusalem. In response, James wanted to call fire from heaven to consume the people. He had a biblical reference to support his move. However, the Lord rebuked him: Ye know not what manner of spirit ye are of. For the Son of man is not come to destroy men’s lives, but to save them. And they went to another village. (Luke 9:55, 56 KJV)
The Lord’s reason showed later in Acts 8:14; 9:31. Most Christians still live the Old Testament law of an-eye-for-an-eye. We are comfortable with imprecatory prayers of the old while living the new spirit life in Christ.
The Jewish authorities manhandled the apostles but released them later. In response, the church prayed: And now, Lord, behold their threatenings: and grant unto thy servants, that with all boldness they may speak thy word… (Acts 4:29 – 31 KJV)
Verse 31 shows what happens when spiritual warfare is kingdom-driven.
Proponents of fire-and-brimstone prayers claim to aim at the devil. We choose a Bible text from the Old Testament and lob it at the enemy. Use of God’s word in warfare is not a matter of plug and play, but as the Holy Spirit directs. Besides, should we use our anointed tongues to praise God or curse the devil? (James 3:9-11) Can one make a black pot blacker by painting it with black paint? Do we understand that God’s presence fills the place of praise, causing the enemy to flee?
God took him to a place of prayer and opened his ears to His children pray. He heard a barrage of fervent praying that elevated the devil and availed nothing. To God, the tongue should be put to better use.

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The Rabble

Raving gang!
Nation in a mirthful mood,
Whirring discordant triumph,
Eyes steaming noxious passion.

Look about!
Revelry boils over;
Death in the embrace of a squall
Eddies skyward; the stench chokes.

The rabble!
Itch for holes, fun in dark slits
Of black-eyed vipers, foxes;
For beds, quilted thorny spreads.

Look atop!
Swarms of gaunt vultures hover,
Craning in graveyard muteness;
Keen eyes, sharp claws, ready to pluck.

Joyous gang!
Rainbow spray of emotions,
Like dew glistening at dawn,
Awaiting the summer sun.

© 2015 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi

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