Word Play By: Ebuka Nwachukwu and Itty S-Okim
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“To ensure that for those who believe in the Life, Life begins at the
end of life.”
Calvary Walk:
“Elohim it is I your only son that calls”
“Great prince of the heaven is now weak and so falls”
But Gabriel’s gentle voice can be heard from afar:
“Strength to the king who will win the morning star”
“This cross I carry is not what makes me weak”
“It is the hate in the eyes of those whose salvation I seek”
But Michael was quick to remind the tired God
“Before Yahweh and his elders you agreed to toss your crown into mud”
“Jehovah there is no flesh on my shin for a whip”
“Captain of your army now begs for a sip”
But Raphael whispered to the embattled king
“In Paradise today the nine choirs shall your praise sing”
“The nails on my hands and feet have made my eyes dim”
“But then there are these wounds on all sides it would seem”
But Uriel blazing with divine fire stood near the cross
“Sight to the Ancient of Days your brethren know your loss”
“Why have you forsaken me Adonai the God I serve?”
“Please console your son; for your love he starves”
But from the turmoil the Christ feels the wind around him ceased
“This is my beloved son in whom I am well pleased”.
Love of the Silvertail:
Beautiful were the rays that pierced my heart at the thought of you:
The thought of you on the cross.
Held not by nails but by undying love.
At the thought of your leaving heavenly splendor; the aim, being a measure of reconciliation between me and the Creator.
At the thought of each drop of Iron-red blood dripping simultaneously
from all thousands of stripes marked on your body by which we are
healed of our infirmities.
At the thought of your bowing to mere flesh; giving them permission to
humiliate you all for my sake.
At the thought of your ascension in majesty and glory. With twitters
of illumination reflecting instantly in our hearts like a hologram.
Well, could be called and insta-gram. These colourful thoughts shall
in my heart abide till I walk the plank of mortality.
Itty S-Okim.
At The End of Life:
Life was the beginning.
Life was the word.
Life was with God.
Life was God.
Life and God signed a deal.
Life left heavenly splendour.
His majesty, glory and honour, all gone!
Life was beaten, humiliated, spat on and disgraced by death.
Life lost himself for love.
King of the Jews got his body chilled in the dews.
Dead he might have been, but he already paid his dues.
Killed by me and you for me and you, life went down to death and fought a battle.
One that could not be fought by Peter, James or Matthew but by life
himself alone.
Right then, just before the seed germinated, hope was birthed.
Patiently, holding on to life’s word, the apostles waited.
Hope in mind, faith in action.
And then spring! Seed was up! Life was living! A tree was born!
And just as a seed dies to live, life went down to death and won it
and reigns over it.
To ensure that for those who believe in the Life, Life begins at the
end of life.
Itty S-Okim.
