Image by © Adrianna Williams/Corbis

Image by © Adrianna Williams/Corbis

Cells numerous as they are, are holding hands

Tissues interlocking fingers in even strands

Wrapping and clothing the framework of white sticks

Impossible it is to fathom a house without its bricks,

The bones knitted together head-to-head

And elastic skin on them does it spread


The organs working harmoniously in unison

Each one dividing labour for good reason

Each one in its cubicle, doing its boss’s bidding

Like gears they revolve in ways quite drudging

But there’s more to it, isn’t there?

There has to be a battery, a source of power


“And He breathed into man and he became a living creature”

Aha! That has to be the quintessential feature,

For this breath simultaneously moving everyone with a force,

Indeed must come from an unlimited source.

It truly is His power driving us

Hold fast to this; don’t be delirious


Now my flesh, there’s more to it

A jacket to my structure, it’s sure to fit

But like an alloy, it has an alien embedded within

It’s effect so grave, my soul grows thin

Spirit and flesh in constant battle without rest

Not merely a conflict of interest

But the uprising of World War III

Spirit with its clubs, bludgeons flesh’s head

But an uglier one regrows in its stead

Flesh is relentless in its clever tactics

The war wages on and the clock ticks

Flesh is gaining the upper hand

Spirit is willing, flesh is taking its stand


“A new spirit will I put in you

And my commandments will I cause you do”

Woah! Are you kidding me? That’s it?

That’s the weapon missing from my arsenal’s kit?

It’s His Spirit stronger than my frailty

So Lord, I bank on Your spirit, and reference Your deity

And when Your installation is complete,

Scan me scrupulously and reveal the viruses detected

So that from Heaven’s gates I won’t be rejected.


So I say, let the Holy Spirit guide your lives. Then you won’t be doing what your sinful nature craves. tweet

The sinful nature wants to do evil, which is just the opposite of what the Spirit wants. And the Spirit gives us desires that are the opposite of what the sinful nature desires. These two forces are constantly fighting each other, so you are not free to carry out your good intentions – Gal 5:16-17 tweet

Kenneth Olusanya

K. O. poetry

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skir·mish [skúrmish] 1. brief fight between two armed groups: an incident where fighting breaks out briefly between two small groups, sometimes as part of a larger battle (Source: Microsoft® Encarta® 2009.)

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