Looking ahead

Yesterday was the day your life changed, when the house of cards you built on loftily crafted plans came crashing down. Buried deep within the rubble of despair are your hopes and dreams. Your trust flickers with each pang of sorrow as the darkness looms.
The pain will last for a night, but joy comes with the dawn of a new day. Perhaps like Jesus, you are here to learn obedience or like Sarah, patience
Tilt your chin upwards, let the scales fall. Look! See the place that I have been preparing for you, do not look to the left or to the right. What lies ahead is more glorious than what has passed.
Before you are jars of untapped grace, your eyes see them not- clouded by worries that you exalt above Me. Cast your burdens upon My shoulders and draw your strength for tomorrow.
My plans for you are bigger than your narrow field of vision can see. Look ahead child, and stand like Daniel, obey like Noah, fight like Joshua, trust like Abraham.
Daybreak is coming, its light will pierce the darkness. Be still and know that I Am. Soon, you shall laugh!
(c) Olamide Oti, 2015

This piece was written about a year ago, at the time I had not yet experienced its words. It was based on a theme and written for a church program. Yesterday, I experienced its words and I know that I’m not alone. I pray it blesses and encourages you as it has me.
Rom 8:37(NLT) “No, despite all these things, overwhelming victory is ours through Christ who loved us”.

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The Rising

I see oil
Trickling down
Like droplets of rain
In a storm a-rising

I see Him- Potter
Molding the clay to His will
Drawing the hearts of fathers to himself
Finding the lost and healing the broken

I see fire
Spreading relentlessly
Through the hearts of men
Like dry leaves in harmattan

I see the eyes of sons light up with knowledge
As the daughters worship recklessly
I hear Angels sing in adoration
As grace flows from the Mercy Seat

I see Jesus rise with healing in His wings
As the earth and heavens fold
Sin and Death cower in defeat
As soldiers are called into battle

I see the waves crash
As the deafening roar of His voice
Thunders through the air
Like the sound of many waters

Alien Ink

Words, stuck in my head
Hands, can’t get them out
Voices needing to be heard
Pens devoid of ink
Locked in, no out

Letters in a rainbow
Dancing in the clouds
Here and there
Separate,
Unaligned

Phrases,
In halves and quarters
Seemingly without meaning
Scary nonsense
Every writer’s nightmare

(c) Olamide Oti, 2014

Friend or Foe

I have no seasons you see,
No contracts with the rich or poor,
For many, I am the friend who comes calling at midnight,
For others, I am the foe who destroys their plans for tomorrow.

I am the inevitable end to a lifetime of pain,
Your one way ticket out of the slums of life,
Why do you detest me still?
You have no reason to fear me,
I am simply ushering you into eternity,
Where your true home awaits.

Perhaps it is because you have missions left unaccomplished;
Husbands to marry,
Children to birth,
Homes to build.

You will all eventually succumb to me,
Whether you are young and full of life,
Or old, wrinkled and toothless,
You will beg me to take you to the land of no return,
And come I will with all pleasure.

Your fear feeds my power,
And I glory in the wait,
I earnestly wait for the day when we finally meet,
The day you decide who I am,
Friend or Foe.