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when I think about God

I picture his love for me in parenthesis

 (a passover meal of burnt beans)

/ mashed into a fillet of leftover alms /

beseeching my starving soul for a revival

like pretence, our conversations taste bitter

except for the morning, my sister snapped at God

chronicled my agony into a bowl of tears

 / lavish offering /

this mourning: a tingling wake-up call

/ at ungodly hours /

I hatch my supplications into an ark

a drawing book where I sketch a memorial of platitudes-

 / fine art /

 a patina of prayer requests

for an immersive solo exhibition at God’s courtyard:

 / a gallery of mockery /

my affliction is trapped in God’s armpit

/ me /

/ a wilderness /

genuflect for deliverance under a pulpit

buckle my soul into prophecy

professing my sermon note

/ hoping God talks to me /

 yet he never does

on this canvas, I contour my problems onto a talking stage

brew a foretaste of this testimony

acclaim this wait; an alleluia

/ but God is the genesis of my lamentations /

he puts asunder

  / in our listening party /

so, I abide on urgent commentary- solemn, riddled monologues

because he is forgetful

the love he has for me is in past tense

 / shrunken /

a heartfelt persecution cleft for my penance

in this vigil, I crumble

swoon my posture into a prayer pod-

/ contrite vessel /

wiggle my petitions with trembling lips

 a bouquet of unknown tongues brimming

/ me and 11 others /

dazzle our altars with amplified groans

in fervour

summoning my problems before God

/ asking heaven to help me /

today, I would bleed on paper

swindle this body into a fake smile

haunt memories I have long forgotten

 paddle this anguish into abyss

and rapture this guilt unto judgement

/ God is slow /

or maybe he’s taking his time

and now,

 / for this finale/

I exodus this longing to a pilgrimage

/ me /

/ prodigal /

pronounce this worship

/ a plague /

with no words left

 in this medley of

/ frequently asked questions /

I surrender this relic befitting for repentance

knowing I have been utterly forsaken

 (for my trespasses)

 

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