Poet At Play: His Presence

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Encounter with my Lord

This is an earlier poem written over a year ago. Going through my archives I found it, read it and liked it so much. Then, I did not have a wide reading audience, now I do and I thought you would all love reading it, after a few modifications. 🙂 It is about my profound encounter with God. 🙂

 

His Presence

 

A heart out of the darkness

Reached out to touch mine

Filled with bitterness

My anguish real as I pine

Hoping not to be found

On life’s bleak mound

 

A kind whisper

Out of the shadows

Home, I call it gallows

Brushed against my brow

Wrinkled, with shame as I bow  

At how low I had fallen

Once, full of Me!

 

The softest of words

Spoken out of the gloom

Reached to my core

Beckoning me to rise and soar

Above the grime, and bloom

 

For, love has touched me

Love has touched my essence

And I will no more bleed

I am now in His Presence

 

 

 

 

Copyright © Celestine Nudanu

14/5/13

Tuesday Stealing (I did it)

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Trivia

I stole this from Nana Prah’s Blog who in turn stole it from Mystical Mimi’s blog who stole it from another blog. And the cycle continues. I couldn’t resist and I know Nana will not mind. Shameless me 🙂

 

“CURRENTLY”

Thinking about: The Single Spine Salary Structure that will increase my salary in leaps (long in coming)

Feeling:  Grateful to God for everything in my life, whether good or bad

Reading:  Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens (rather slow on it )

Listening to:  Some cool music on the petite radio belonging to my Secretary

Wondering:  At the smooth and fine organisation of pop’s funeral

Looking forward to:  Moving house by September

Missing: My single carefree days at the university

Watching: The letters magically appearing on my
computer screen as I type

Eating:  Rice and Chicken stew ( a simple lunch)

Making me happy:  The fact that I am alive

Haiku Heights Prompt: Bridge

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Bridge

Haiku Heights is starting the week with the Prompt Bridge. A tad difficult, me thinks

(1) Bridge

To bridge the wide gap

Between the haves and haves not

Is herculean task

 

 

(2) Bridge

The bridge to her heart

Meanders through a wild rose-bush

A thorny journey

 

 

(3) Bridge

Mummies and grannies

Trade good  gossip over bridge

Past time of old age?

 

 

 

 

Copyright © Celestine Nudanu

14/05/13

 

I appreciate your patience with me as I catch up on your blogs. Thanks a million! Shalom