LOOK TO ME

The days roll by like a film tape,
Flashes and glimpses of frames of moments
Moments that linger only for a while
And they, we cherish and sell our hearts to,
For a price somewhat free.
 
It’s the evidence of our heart’s need for companionship,
At the sight of the slightest form that seems right,
It’s no delight that our might puts up no fight
But fight I will, for the one who became my light
 
Not a light bulb illuminating a factory;
A factory where red liquid is pumped,
But light to a house with inhabitants of dark complexion
Yes, that’s my heart,
Home to darkness,
An organ producing ugly notes in discord
Displeasing to the One whose beautiful hands are playing it
 
I wonder, seemingly in an attempt to repudiate true facts and adopt fallacies
I ponder, on ways to confine my heart’s extroversion and rid it of its palaces.
 
“Lord strip me of my undesired tendency
And magnify my Theo-centric dependency
Suppress the arousals stirred up by friends
Or counselling or therapy, the basic trends
 
Who needs Dr. Phil, when I’ve got Dr. Paraclete?”
So I enroll, regarding my heart’s conspicuous need
What time will our sessions be scheduled for? I asked,
And He replied, ”Everyday, unlimited hours, free of charge”
“Wait you’re kidding, unlimited hours? Free of charge?” my unbelief asked
With disappointment He said-
“Your cluelessness seems to blind you,
Time’s bars do not cage me, but you…
Your whole life’s pressured by time’s push
Always living your life in its nick
Giving no room for me,
You look at the clock tick
 
I’ve watched you with your engagements daily,
How you go about them so gaily
You taking no second thought,
Would play toss and catch with equally frail men
Funny how the balls of your problems seem endless
And I in the corner yelling “pass to me”
But you unhesitatingly ignore me
Glad I am now,
Your compass needle is facing my direction
And you’ve put me on speed dial
And I on the other end, am anticipating your call
 
Remember, I am your inerrant companion,
Your teacher, therapist, no doubt your friend.
Don’t even think about putting me in the acquaintance- zone
Put aside affiliations, step up to intimacies.“
 
Feeling so naked and exposed now,
I cry out for mercy
“My heart’s yours oh Lord!
Let what flows out of it
Come from Your heavenly fountain of life
 
Privileged I am to be at the receiving end of Your wise counsel
I’ve had my fill of morsels or earthly wisdom
And I’ve lapped up insatiable crumbs
Now I long to eat from your table.”

Kenneth Olusanya

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