My pen cries; Guest post

When dryness parted ways with Circle

And all extinguishers were upset

Innocent souls bade untimely bye 

To us who survived.

When the pillars of Melcom

Could no longer hold it to position

And licensed it ruins

The story of life was once again

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Told by an idiot;

Souls left this phase of the world

To its second.

I know of just two seasons 

In my homeland Ghana.

Yet a time came

That we registered a third.

The season which birthed too much pain;

The suicide season.

 Let me pause a minute 

To console the affected;

Family, friends and the entire human race. 

I wish I could whisper

To them in their graves

That IT still lives

The very reason they died for,

Still lives. 

Sorry if the world was too small

To contain your quandaries.

The pain of the oppressed 

Is counted joy for the oppressor

The sanity of the innocent 

Never ceases to be naivity for the infidel. 

My pen cries tears of loneliness 

I am lonely like Amma Darko is.

If my modified breathe can’t call for a reform, 

Then my pen, my sword, 

Should stab this albatross of mishap

That hangs around our necks to death.

I sit on my couch 

To recollect those memories in tranquility 

Those days 

When we sit outside

From dusk to dawn

To enjoy granny’s tales

But what do we see today? 

The vices of this world

Have placed curfews on us. 

My pen cries weary tears for reform

The world can be a little better, 

If not the best.

My pen critiques negligence and indifference 

Let’s not be architects of our own problems.

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The Tabernacle

After genuflecting before the altar and sending my prayers in procession to the Father, who is seated in the heavenly places, it dawned on me to read Exodus 25 through to chapter 30, and in this I realised something great. Something precious. Something eternal. 

“Make a sanctuary for me, and I will dwell among them.” Exodus 25:8

“Make this tabernacle and all its furnishings exactly like the pattern I will show you.” Exodus 25:9

After skimming through this whole chapters, I understood all things except for one thing- The Tabernacle. So I decided to seek after God, and this was the realisation: 

The Tabernacle is like a football field, with short pillars (60 of them) arranged round the field with a flat board linking adjacent pillars. Each pillar had two hooks through which ropes were passed to fasten them to the field.
​”And then I will dwell among the Israelites and be their God. They will know that I am the Lord their God, who brought them out of Egypt so that I might dwell among them.” Saith the Lord

A zoom of one short pillar revealed a cap-like structure and a foot-like structure. The cap-like structure was made of silver, while the foot-like structure was made of brass. And the shaft of the pillar was made of gold. 

I became more confused, and I was like ‘what does these all stand for, spiritually?’ 

But the spirit of the Lord did not dare to leave me in limbo, but rather explained to me:

The silver represents grace; the brass, judgement; and the gold (which represents Power) shaft, The saint. And the link between adjacent pillars represents the bond unifying all saints. 

The gold shaft (the saint) standing on the brass (judgement) and making it its footstool means that all saints have overcome judgement, and that no judgement awaits saints: For we have overcome. 

However, the gold shaft (the saint) beneath the silver cap (grace) means that all saints are under the grace of God, and that no one is greater than the grace of God Almighty.

The thumping of my heart begun to wane, and a smile flickered across my face. 

This gives me hope that, truly and indeed, I have overcome judgement!!! I hope you believe too.

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