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An Amputee’s Prayer (1)

What would an amputee pray about?
What would be their major prayer request?
A new leg?
That the limb or limbs would miraculously grow back? I don’t know what it was supposed to be. But I do know I have never asked for it before. Not ever.

My niece was reading the story of the Shunamite woman of 2Kings Chapter 4 to me few days ago. It was the story of the woman who took pity on Elisha the prophet and made a chamber for him in their house, so he could rest whenever he comes around. Elisha in turn asked what could be done for her for her generosity. So he prophesied to her that by the following season she would embrace a son.

And it was so.

Then the child died.

The woman took him to the prophet’s chamber and laid him on his bed. And then she went in search of the man of God. When she found him, she took hold of his feet and asked why he would give her a child and then take him away. The prophet sent his servant Gehazi to lay his staff on the child’s face, but the Shunamite woman refused. She would not leave unless the man of God came with her.

He did. He went in to the child, prayed to the Lord and did his prophet thing. The child sneezed seven times and opened his eyes.

Before that, there is the story of the poor widow and his two sons whom the man of God saved from her creditors. And after it, there is the account of dearth in Gil-gal and how the man of God made the poisonous pottage safe for the sons of the prophets. He also fed hundred men with twenty loaves of barley.

“There are no more miracles”, my niece said simply at the end of the chapter. They don’t exist anymore like in the Bible. I opened my eyes, looked at her and closed them again, hoping she would close the Bible and let it rest.

“They don’t happen anymore, even when you believe they would”

I sighed, I could feel my hope dissipating in the heat.

“I prayed for you”. I pray for you every day but it never happened”.

I opened my eyes again and stared at the ceiling. I watched as my hope that she would let go of the dearth and death of miracle ascended into it.

I didn’t have to ask what the prayer was. I knew it. And then I wondered why I never asked for it myself.

Maybe my faith is not strong enough. Maybe I don’t believe it is possible. Or I was just contented with walking unaided with my legs in my dreams.

I don’t know that too. But one thing is sure; I have to give the young lady an answer.

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No Words

Today, I have no words
Qualified enough to describe
The depth of my pain
I have no words
Huge enough to describe
The emptiness in my heart
I have no word
Worthy of the thickness
Of the darkness drowning my soul
I have no words
Colorful enough to express
My desires for each day
That hurries by without their fulfilment
Or for the wishes I have for tomorrow
No words deep enough to form my fears
Of what the future holds
I pray, dear father that you look deep into my heart
And find the words that my lips cannot form
Soothe my worries
And grant my supplications

“….this day…”

Jagged and rugged
Thorny and uncertain
Our fate though unknown
Engraved on cold hard stone
The unending routine trudge
On day harsh and bleak
Like harmattan season
Or body scorching heat
The rising sun revealing the path
Forged by fate
Propelled by faith alone
Courage and hope
Our guide and companion
Our rest we embrace when daylight close its eyes
Come break of dawn we rise again
In joined palms we pray
For yet another day of journey
With hearts full of hope
To live beyond another break of day

ORÍ (Inner Self)

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      (NaPoWriMo14 Day 27)

I wait in silence as fate speaks.
His dictates and acts not my own.
Minding not my wait, I’m just in haste.
All Ori requested, I’m being thrown?

Life unfolds as it is written.
No dictates of destiny worries can alter.
While I make plans, it follows its patterns.
Hoping in his pouch are days brighter.

I wait in prayer for what tomorrow brings.
Laying ’em all at the feet of the Maker.
He sees tomorrow, He can heal my sorrow.
Hoping He makes do His promises to the letter.

A Token for Good

(NaPoWriMo14 Day 14)

A little supplication from my mouth to His ears for this special day

Life might hurl all sorts of things at you today
Stuffs that make you want to curse the day
Stuffs you accept without a sigh all day
Just keep holding on through the day
Never let go today
Never complain about the day
Choice will befriend you someday
Your eyes will live to see the day
God will grant you a token for good one day

Whisper

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Who am I?
That He would think of me
A wretched sinner
A dog, always returning to his vomit
Yet He loves me so
Knows me more than I do
Even when I knew Him not
Cares for me when I sought Him not
Hiding me under His mighty wings
Shielding me from every storm of life
Listening patiently when in prayer I bow
Working still even when I lost hope
One more favour I ask of you this hour
I know your rest is this day
I need you more than I ever do today
Like you did in those days
Remould and remake me oh Lord
For You are the greatest Potter