Daily I’m at war with myself
A war that chose me
Not because of my doings
But just because I’m human
A spiritual war over my soul and mind
Some days I win
Other days I learn
But one thing is sure
Even in the mist of it all
The Peace of Christ Jesus
Which surpasses all understanding
Keeps my heart and soul together.🤍🕊
If poetry is my therapy
Then I’m in a better mental state now
But if poetry is my lifestyle
Then I’m a better lazy poet now
Whether a lazy poet or in a healthy state
I still hold on to the dream I have
That one day, and we are a day closer
I am a Canadian Parliamentary Poet Laureate.🦅🌹
I know this is coming a little late
But if you think of the joy of being a father
Imagine the feeling of being loved unconditionally
By someone who knows your every imperfections
Your craziness, your insecurities and inabilities
And still choose to love you
Someone who has every reason to abandon,
To destroy or at least to reject you
But instead treasure you above all
Imagine the sense of wholeness and certainty
Growing up and living daily
In both the seasons of harvest and uncertainties
Having the full assurance that your father
Is with you and will always be there for you
To protect
To provide for
To teach and guide
And to listen to you
Now, having experienced or at least imagined
The unfeigned love of God - the Good Shepherd
How he is concerned with every details of your life
And he is not waiting for you to win a prize
To be proud of you
How he has forgiven you
Even when you were deep in sin and iniquities
And sent his only begotten son - Jesus Christ
As a sacrifice to cleanse you from all unrighteousness
And to draw you back to the place of honour and glory
Giving you full authority and inheritance
Among the saints
Now go and pour the same kind of love
You have experienced, read or imagined from God
Upon your little child
Be there for him or her always
Cherish and train him/her in the way he/she should go
Be there to guide, protect, provide for and listen to
Your biggest little treasure(s)
And remember that
Fatherhood is a special kind of gift and privilege from God
So let it draw you closer to Jesus
Make you cherish the wife of your youth
And encourage you to take pride in building your home.
Big Congratulations!
And welcome to Fatherhood!
Yours Beloved,
Chrislove
12:52 AM
02 11 2021
"Facing the detours of a perfectly nurtured life; our lives shall never be the same again"
Facing the detours of a perfectly nurtured life
Our lives shall never be the same again
For one - it's an issue of where
For one - it's an issue of being
For one -it's an issue of checking up on a friend
For some - it's wrong timing
"The system attached imperfection, crime and hatred to a people perfectly crafted in the image of a perfect God"
But for all - it's an issue of being and who
The system attached imperfection, crime and hatred
To a people perfectly crafted in the image of a perfect God
Give it a name
Racism
A systemic display of ignorance and foolishness
"Being human used to bring joy to other humans but here only certain humans are really humans"
For many, their youths were taken away
Many trees never live to see their fruits
Many fruits never get to see the trees they came from
Being human used to bring joy to other humans
But here only certain humans are really humans
What a tragedy!
If I run
Can I run from myself?
If I escape
Can I escape from the memories?
If I am lost
Can I get lost in you?
If I loose it all
Can I be found in you?
The farther I run
To escape from past memories
The closer I get
To the lost me
Why am I being hurt
By the dead me
If I was already dead?
Maybe my idea of being reborn
Is informed by the dead
In any case, I need a new life
A renewed hope
I dont mean a new episode
Of the past shows
I need the whole new Script
One with all the acts written on the heart
How can I drink the new wine?
Should I even drink the wine?
Not the wine for stomach sake
But the drink that I thirst no more
Please give me a drink
When I look at the abuse of skills
The misuse of the gift of arts
And the image behind the acts
My eyes become an overflowing body of water
The many souls that are lost
The many hearts that are broken
The many families that are separated
And the many communities disjointed by the acts and arts
We downgrade the image
And abuse the gifts
Just to earn the numbers
And some pieces of papers or golden images
Trading the beauty of God for shame
Yet there are supposedly more well-mannered children than the prodigals
But the well-mannered children are silent
Burying their talents in the earth
Storing their talents to be used in their graves
While the prodigals are investing their talents
And yielding increasingly corrupt fruits
THIS IS SMOKE.
A special poetry collaboration between MrChrislove™ & Desoba
It's in the warm cocoon of my shell
Nestled to the river by my Abba
It's in the secure protection of His presence
Wading off harm as i hatch into His image
It's in His steps that I find mine
It's in Him that I know who I am
My true identity In Christ Jesus
Understanding the inheritance of the Saints
Thousands of souls perishing daily
Because we are too scared to be
The goose of the morning
On the street of this wicked generation we are living
Though we've been called
To shine in the midst of the darkness
And as salt that prepare and preserve the earth
For my king’s coming
From my waddling feets to my gurgling quacks
My steps gain strength and my voice depth
And with vigorous awakening,
I arise to the dawn of the morning.
Ready to run the race set before me,
Ready for the migration ahead.
I am anything but afraid
For my identity makes me walk in the enemy’s territory
they have been crippled like scarecrows with handless hands
I glean on the greenest of planes
For a table has already been set before me
I thread like royalty on dangerous roads
For my Abba’s angels have charge over me.
Like a Queen, slowly I walk
Radiating my splendor and glory of identity
I am far from pride or stupidity
I am a symbol of courage and grace
I am the goose of the morning.
Love is as strong as death
Yet love is stronger than death
Because love conquered death
Through the death on the Cross
Many waters cannot quench love
Nor can the flood drown it
For love parted the Red Sea and Jordan River
And the fire of love licked the Overflowing drench of water
If a man will give all his wealth
And even his body to be burned
Yet all his gifts and sacrifices would be despised
Because he hath not a relationship with love
You can build the Great Wall of China with cedar
Or send the Union Army to keep guard
Even roll stones over your heart against love
Love is spirit and sharper than two-edged sword and will pierce through it all
You may have a thousand servants
And your garden blossom like the tree planted by the river of waters
It will all fade away but the Word of Love stands forever
And love covers a multitude of sins
So while men chase after beauty that fades
And some charms- that's deceitful
Keep your gaze on love
For love is the greatest of all and lasts forever.
MR CHRISLOVE™ 