Jaachi Writes

Ailing Faith in nights like this, i look at the stars and wonder if they are your eyes or just glowing ashes of your fading existence; dear god, you died and was cremated? in nights like this, many questions whirl in my mind, i do not want to believe anymore i just want to know, so god, listen (if your ears are not heavy, or inclined to the prayers of your faithful few) to my fears in time past, i felt your presence, but in nights like this, if I tell you how empty I feel, would you put the blame on me? did I make me? was i a happenstance? why create faulty humans and blame an erstwhile angel for your mistake? in time past, i found myself in the mirror of your word (back then when it felt like i am no one - from feeling like nothing to feeling like "i'm the one!") but all what i thought were tingles of your love now make me throw up at every mention of you in nights like this, i feel that the only one i can trust is "me" because i am closer to me...

“Rejoice in the Lord always.”  Philippians 4:4 Through the above quoted five words, God shows us that internal joy cannot be tied to external circumstances. When one is unemployed, when flaws are exposed, and when most meaningful relationships were broken or dysfunctional, God reminds us that joy in the Lord is still possible. God does not cruelly tell us to put a smile on our face no matter the pain in our hearts. Rather, Philippians 4:4 reminds us that no matter what is happening around us, we can still have immense joy because God, not our circumstances, is the source of all joy. “Rejoice no matter what” and “Rejoice in the Lord always” are two very different imperatives. God never tells us simply to rejoice no matter what. He tells us to rejoice in him no matter what. Yet, There are times when the soul feels alienated from the Giver of life and a son feels like a bastard orphan, poor and depressed.  Philippians 4:4 loses it's meaning. No joy. Not even in the Lord.  Y...

Mark Chapter Two, Verse Thirteen  He bore my cross accepted my curse I'm sold out to His course. Storms may assault me I'll follow on clinging dearly to His promise. Where He leads I'll go. What He feeds I'll swallow. I have on me the mark of his suffering let no man trouble me. #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading? Please leave a comment and share with friends. Thank you!  

The Broken Painting Once upon a time, a well known painter was finishing his painting. It's an incredibly beautiful painting to be shown during Princess Diana's marriage. The painter was consumed by and excited with his own painting that he unconsciously took a few step backward while admiring the 2x8m painting. He didn't look back when he walked backward. He kept on walking backward until it was a step away from the edge of the tall building. Just one more step backward and he could get himself killed. A man saw what the painter was doing and was about to shout at him to warn him when he realized that his shout might have surprised the painter and thus made him incidentally took one step backward and fell down. The man then took a brush and paint and began to paint on the beautiful painting until it was completely damaged. Upon realizing what's happened to his painting the painter got very angry and moved forward to hit the man. However, some other people who were also...

Understanding Why Peter Denied Jesus Thrice Most of us know Peter denied knowing Jesus, but we need to understand the setting for these denials to know what Peter was facing. Peter was with John and others (possibly the temple police and soldiers) in the courtyard of Caiaphas’ house while Jesus was on trial upstairs.  One of the high priest’s servant girls recognized Peter and said: “You were also with that Nazarene guy,” Peter replied, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, abeg” A second time a servant girl saw him and said to those nearby,  "This beard guy was with Jesus of Nazareth”. Peter’s reaction was even more intense. Dude denied again, even with an oat. He literary swore he'd never met 'that man' since Adam. Before Peter’s third denial, someone obviously heard him talking and remarked, “I swear, this guy is one of them. His intonation is obvious” Peter’s response is shocking. I quote the Bible... “He began to call down curses on himself and he swore to them...

The Glory of Spring I opened up the door this morning and did a little jig. I smiled at the falling rain even though the drops were big. Those drops didn't discourage me as they fell on the window pane, before the dawn of sunshine I knew there'd be some rain For now the barren gardens are floating in muddy gloom, soon they'll house the buds from where the flowers bloom. We've looked forward to a grand awakening that is happily in the works, a burst of new life from where the bare tree limb lurks. The snow has all melted, Jack Frost has been sent on his way, though we thought we'd never see it we welcome Spring this day. I saw a robin perched on the roof, perhaps scouting out a nest, I placed shedded dog hair on the fence post, mama robin will do the rest. Soon tiny tots on swing sets will be reaching for the sky, filled with wonder and laughter, the magic won't pass them by. The glory of Spring and the awakening it brings, is the joy in the tune that the bluebir...

I'm trapped, trapped inside myself, I want to get out, get out and be free. I don't want to live in my shell, But I'm scared, scared to take away my mask. Friends are forever letting me down, no matter how close they are. They are there if I have a problem, but when I don't I may as well not exist. I want someone to trust and care about me, someone to cry on and someone to listen.  I want someone to love me for who I am, not the masked me whom everyone knows. Unfortunately none of this can ever come true. Not from someone on planet earth anyway.  No one I know is perfect. This includes me. No one I know can fulfil this. Neither can I. Except... Someone I know who is watching down on everyone of us. I hear He has a special plan and a purpose for anyone who turns to Him.  There will still be hardship and sorrow, but these will make us strong. He can be trusted. He is ever so faithful.  He cares deeply about each person on this earth.  He can be cried upon, and wil...

THE LORD SHALL DELIVER "On mount Zion there shall be deliverance" – Obadiah 1:17 When the roof of protection cave in and the walls come crumbling when the foundations of faith quake do not forget to remember, the Lord shall deliver. When clouds heavy hover above and the night is dark and dreary when the days are wild and weary, do not forget to remember, the Lord shall deliver. When oceans try to sweep you away and the heathen roar and rage when hope is bleak and black do not forget to remember, the Lord shall deliver. When the snare entrap you and you dangle on a loose rope when rags become you only robe, do not forget to remember, the Lord shall deliver. #Pengician #SSA

POEM 359: GOD'S MY DAD while the world speeds by  sunlight looks upon me as I struggle along  and say "you have nothing left", because this hurt doesn't feel right but sunlight, you're so wrong, in my heart, I am rejoicing, how I wish your burning eyes could see the gleaned grin that saturates my heart and how joyfully, I thank God when things go wrong, because he'll make it right though this valley of bones echo the eerie plea of weary souls, there's a table prepared for me on the mountain top, I wouldn't settle for crumbs while the world speeds by  sunlight looks upon me as I struggle along, all that matters though the world may not see is that God's my dad and he's got my back #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading? Please leave a comment and share with friends. Thank you! 

POEM 352: BECAUSE IT'S CHRISTMAS of myths and organized religion of birth and rebirth, incarnation we sip one and spit out the other, embrace stale rhymes of jingled bells and archive sweet melodies- melodies to which our forebears jiggled waists because it's Christmas? days of festivals were scratched onto cave walls, and imprinted on claypots, in those times when masquerades raise the dust of the fallen and the living with chants soul thrilling, now we are refugees in our own homes waiting for crumbs from Santa Claus because it's Christmas? how soon we forget to remember that these myths  shoved down the throats of those of old have celebrated for millennia long long before the council of Nicaea? how soon we forget what emanates from goddesses of yore  who symbolize fertility and sometimes whore,  have brought forth saviors  and modes of worship? but we must see the need to treat virtue with a sacred touch it's just another of many pagan holidays a pause to rewind ...

QUICKEN US So will not we go back from thee: quicken us, and we will call upon thy name. KJV Then will we not depart from you; revive us (give us life) and we will call upon Your name. Amp -  Psalms 80 vs. 18. Ever watched a movie where your favorite actor was beaten to a pulp? Beaten to the point where standing on both feet becomes a prayer point? But beyond the pain little sparks of adrenaline still moves through His vein, He doesn’t want to give up or rather He is Hell bent to be the last man standing. I am sure you’ve watched such. But wait. Focus on this…  How did that man who has had a beating of His lifetime overcome His greatest fears? Maybe He remembers countless number of people who would become slaves forever to a conquering enemy or how unpredictable their lives would certainly become or definitely the cry of the ones He loves most. Then a spark is ignited, a fire that actually never died starts flowing through his veins again. You can imagine the velocity of adren...

POEM 295: MY SOUL'S CRY What I am is exactly what You see I come on my knees with ruffled feathers and broken wings knocked off the sky by boisterous winds, teach me to fly and never come back down. I come on my knees shaken from the inside out broken and knocked out, teach me to lift my feet above the ground. I come on my knees with Marah on my lips and gall in my bloodstreams, teach me to sing the song of victory. What I become is by Your grace. #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading? Please leave a comment and sharing with friends. Thank you!

POEM 266: GOD'S PLAN (ii) From me to God: Dear God, good morning, Father Why do I feel like you slept last night? While I slept, as the manner of men is, you also laid you down to sleep? It's dawn but look, the sun is gone. Not one bird tweet a song. The little plans I tried to carry through, they've failed. The tool I thought to use, they're frail. Yet your word would not I sorrow, to pause a little while, and try, again, tomorrow? But yesterday, like years past, is lost, I can't see beyond this storm of dust. Got plans for me? I don't feel good. I might scale through, who knows? Do you? Your son, Stefn. From God to me: Dear Stefn, beautiful morning, son of man. I watched over you throughout the night. If you take me by the way you feel, then your faith in me isn't real. I say this not, to cause you shame. You're human, frail in faith, I was once the same. I have walked this path you crawl today. I once carried a cross of shame along this way. At a ...

POEM 262: YOU'RE MY SONG, JESUS you simplify my complexity with a melody and unravel my fears with songs. you assay, with laughter, my anxiety and by faith make blunt all thongs. when I dangle on a looping dirge you caress, with grace, my fainting soul your promises are no mirage therefore unashamed I hinge my hope on every line, verse, jot, tittle written in your timeless book of truth and when I wander away in wanderlust I shall lean, again, in your direction you're the melody of unfailing love you're my song, Jesus #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician   #SSA Enjoyed reading? Commenting is now easy. Please help my blog grow by leaving a comment and sharing with friends. Thank you!

POEM 248: IN CHRIST, I HAVE NO WORRIES ever observed how calmly a bridge lies over stormy waters? ever wondered how scared she could be sitting on a mass of liquid uproar? in times like this, I feel like a little baby cradled up the arms of the Lord: No worries No cares No fears Everything, he'll provide All I got do is cry unto him. This road is long and dusty; sometimes when I crave to be cleansed, he comes walking down the dusty road with a glorious smile swinging his arms like the wings of a legion cherubs, He stoops with grace and sweeps my wobbly feet off this sinking ground, cuddle me in a crimson embrace and walks me safe to glory land whilst fall asleep in his arms; No worries No cares No fears Every foe, he'll paralyze All I got do is call on him. There are things not yet plain to my mortal and simple mind I still doubt his grace And depend partly on him And on the strength of myself, yet in faith I crawl on all fours for he will tell all about it in the by and by, wh...

I AM A CHRISTIAN When I say I am a Christian I’m not screaming 'I immune from sin!' I’m whispering “I die daily' It's His blood that wipes my stain. I was lost, with love he found me Daily I leverage on grace. When I say I am a Christian I say it not in pride. I’m confessing that I stumble And need Christ to be my guide. His sacrifice made me humble So I walk with lofty strides. When I say I am a Christian I’m not bragging of my faith I’m admitting I have failed And needs Christ to seal my fate. I am a Christian I trust you now understand. #Pengician #SSA Click Here  to get a FREE copy of the  #PunPoetryAnthology Enjoyed reading? Commenting is now easy.  I introduced Facebook Comment feature.  Please help my blog grow by leaving a comment and sharing with friends. Thank you!

POEM 217: AN OASIS OF CRIMSON WATERS she walked down the shallow ridge feeling a bit hollow and cringed when the sun peeked from a cone-shaped cloud how sublime is this burning ball of light that melt like wax her resolve to walk deeper into this abyss of self pity how the union of two smitten souls could erupt like blood from slit throats, one wandering over the heart of time whilst the other, her lover's, tumble over a flight of stairs, to pay, in ever-yearning tolls, for pains caused: - caused by courses coarse - coarse by coursed cusses - cussed by coarse courses there she stands alone, smitten with awe at the sun's smiles, though burning in the inside, by everlasting flames strapped to it's core, but her pristine patch of broken jars can't contain a little pain from a jilt, her past, to repay of an apple tree and a serpent's guile, of Eden’s glee and the creator's lullaby, when he visits in the cool of twilight no chandelier could, ever, in glory lights, ma...

HIS LOVE I will sojourn round the globe to get thee the hued cloth going round the celestial brume and making my ode blotched before thee lo the celerity is clarioned  bringing susurration to thine pellucid steed by zepyr aranting thine blade to bring thine children's foe rended - Bro. Victor Ifeanyichukwu Enjoyed reading? Please help my blog grow by leaving a comment and sharing with friends. Thank you!

SYMPATHY, HEAVENS! SYMPATHY! as parched as the sands of Sahara so am I; Oasis of victuals long lost, thistles and thorns. Bereft of lush,of green bereft. Panting in despair like a thirsty hare, I stand, bent and helpless, admiring in sweet anguish, the beautiful flames of my burning bush. With weak smiles drawing wrinkles lines of uncertainties on my face, I chew bitter cords of fate I play bitter chords of fate on an old stringless guitar. Why do I suffer? I starved no one! You've got the wrong man, karma! Am I some kinda Christ? Star with black stripes sit on my clay crown. I stay me down, seated on my clay throne. Is this royalty? Sympathy, heavens! Sympathy #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading? Commenting is now easy. I introduced Facebook Comment feature. Please help my blog grow by leaving a comment and sharing with friends. Thank you!

POEM 194: NO BLOOD AT CALVARY I came wounded, worn and wanting I came thirsty, torn and tattooed head to my toe by sin, and stained soul deep, hoping Calvary still flows crimson but there's no blood at calvary. I came weary, worried and wrinkled I came perturbed, pricked and pained I came for his flesh, water and the blood dying to drown in Christ's soul-saving flood But there's no blood at Calvary. Am I one too dirty His blood can't wash? Is His blood too poor to bleach my debts? Am I one too broken whose faith He ignores? Have I wandered beyond Rock of Ages' cleft? Why's Calvary bankrupt of blood? If His blood has reached its clot, Can my tears my sins atone? Have I hurt sour the Holy Ghost? Why doth the Father hang drop call? #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA