85756519As I sat in my bed,
Gazing into the glimmering and starry sky
And succumbing to the pull of the night’s dead silence
Nostalgic feelings sought to scale the fence of my heart
I tried to wage war against it, but to no avail
Alas, tear streams made their way down my cheek
The back of my hand offered an obstruction to their flow
And a modicum of comfort I found within the thick sheets
Dawn seemed to arrive earlier than expected,
Yet my sleep deprivation posed no hindrance to my rising
My reluctance to head for the living room grew muscles
As I knew what, or rather who I dreaded
Was only a few feet away as I drew closer
There she sat… the flawless and quite immaculate Ms Law
Having been in a foster home for as long as memory serves me
My yearning for a real family never wavered,
Neither did my longing for the day I would get adopted
To top up my sorrows, my foster mom made things worse
Yes her perfection, unquestionable,
Her commands and decisions saturated with perspicacity
Her character, so nonpareil
Her principles carried annoyance in their sting
What possibly could be wrong about her being perfect? You might ask
The problem lies at the heart of my inability to measure up,
And my constant failed attempts to uphold her tenets
So the utmost despair stole into acute corners of my heart
No hope of ever adorning her face with a smile
For nothing I’ve ever done resonates with her contentment
No hope of ever escaping her arms grasp,
And fleeing into the embrace of real parents who loved me
But my hope was restored
And it saturated the atmosphere of that fateful day
The day that brought freedom with the ding of the door bell
There He stood in the doorway
My knight in shining suit
Wielding adoption papers, my passport out of there
Surely He came for me; Mr Spirit did.
I watched gleefully as Mr Spirit and Ms Law signed the papers
So giving one long last look at perfect Ms Law
I bid good riddance as I left with my salvation
I got into His car and caught sight of the driver
Who blatantly claimed He was the only way
“Only way to what?” I asked
“To Mr Father of course,” He replied
The name tag on His shirt read: “Mr Lamb, the only way”
We arrived at Heavenly Avenue
And walked up the front door
And on it, an inscription which read
“Welcome to Mr Father’s abode”
My anticipations of what lay at the other side
gained altitude and refused to alight
So in we went and I was startled by a loud shout
“Surprise! Welcome home”
Ecstatic joy crept in and dwelled in my heart
It seemed to have come from the sight of a huge family
Beaming with love and acceptance for a stranger
Consequently, I yelled out
“Finally! Finally! Finally! I’m home”

B.REFS: GAL3:24 (The Law, a guardian), Rom 8:15 (Spirit of adoption), JOHN 14:6 (Jesus, the Way to the Father)


Kenneth Olusanya

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