FEET OF KNIVES by Michael Achile Umameh

When the drab drum of winter dies of the weight of warmth spring’s dewy fingers; feet full of knives; icicles rising and descending a cold caress on an erect skeleton of shivering hermits grating through lauds. From the hell-mouth of a heater, God’s breathing burning bush rings the sweet sound of salvation.

TIME WILL TELL: SALVATION (THE PROPHECY CONCLUSION) by Adeosun Pelumi

A time shall come when a saviour shall be sought as chaos and destruction danced above earth surface, haunting nightmares devouring innocent dreams of mortals, peace and harmony seeking refuge in memories, as blood became the favourite wine of mother earth. The air shall be rendered with musical wails of suffering, children clinging to parents… Continue reading TIME WILL TELL: SALVATION (THE PROPHECY CONCLUSION) by Adeosun Pelumi

GRACE

I go down the aisle of God’s place Dressed in my very best lace. I know it’s already late yet I walk at snail pace I say, this is afterall a temple of grace Is this where I shall see God’s face? Will I stay here all my days? Not me, I am only here… Continue reading GRACE