The song that played on II

Oh my days! There goes Omo’s alarm again! And it’s only 6 o’clock in the morning! Why does she need an alarm when it never wakes her up?! Christy is saying to herself as she rises from the bed to snooze her sister’s alarm clock.
She returns to her bed, adjusting the pillow at the same time hoping to continue with that wonderful dream… even though that’d never be.

She continues to grumble, when she feels something slightly hard under her pillow. She reaches for it… it’s an envelope with a card in it.
Christy’s eyes lit up! What could this be?
She turns on the lamp… it’s for me! She calls with excitement! Oh, it’s a note from Jeff! How did it get here? Had he given Omo? How? She tears it open and sank back in bed so she could slowly savor every detail while perusing words from the one man who had slowly but surely won her heart.
Her smile broadened as Jeff pledges to love and honor her forever… Every line was deeper than the one before it.
I’m not giving up on you baby, there’s no other woman for me. I need you in my life… Jeff’s words were beginning to make Christy cry… “I love you Jeff…” she was saying under hushed tones.

“… time has brought your heart to me I have loved you for a thousand years, I’ll love you for a thousand more…”    Christy was playing her favorite love song as they drove to town. “It’s my way of replying the pleasant surprise you dropped under my pillow the other day.” Christy said.

Jeff blushed, it looked like a peck on that cheek would just melt him! “I love you.” Christy was saying, her head slowly resting on his shoulder as he drove.
“I love you baby. I love you so much my queen”. Jeff said and put his arm around her navigating swiftly with his left hand on the steering wheel… “you make me an expert “one hand” driver”… he added with a meek smile on his face.
Right here, right now, with you, this is right. We are where we need to be. “In each other’s arms?” Christy asked. “Yes baby, in each other’s arms.” Their eyes meet for a few seconds…
I’ll love you for a thousand more… The song plays on.

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THE BUILDERS… A RedLetter series

His words like precious treasures spoken
His laws, strict orders unbroken
Speaking as one with authority
The truth in its veracity

Words to the hearer
Tools for the builder
What he builds is who he is
Stand or fall the choice is his

One, to the word he yields
A house on the rock he builds
The other, his home no longer a shield
His hopes the storms and flood have killed

Wise is he who hears my words and acts on it
When life lights its fire, he’ll stand the heat
He is like the man who builds his house on a rock
Troubles, storms, against this house struck
But sleep was his friend as chaos did knock

Foolish is he who hears my word and disregards
He takes heed to the tempest, his heart and mind retards
Yes he builds, but alas, on sand
Came storms against his house like a band
And his fall? Complete and grand

In that day, some would cry out my name
Telling of all they did to bring me fame
I’d say to them; “you I never knew. Away from me you workers of iniquity”
For only those who hear my words and do them will be with me in eternity.

PaulinEzeka
Nov. 20th 2015
1:00pm

 

Head to my knees

Each day I passed by the river, I stopped to look at my reflection
My face was pale like all the blood in my body settled there.
I couldn’t say for sure if I was pretty and no one ever told me…
People passed by me and never even looked twice,
“You don’t exist.” The voice in my head would say.
I had no friends, family members barely came by…

I wondered what the sun looked like
I would give anything to see the stars
My eyes had fellowship with the ground
I longed to be part of life and living
I wanted friends, I wanted love, I wanted… Oh it doesn’t matter.

Today, I look into the river, and there’s a smile on my face
I feel a bubbling in my lower belly,
I liked the feeling. It spelled good.

I step into the place where they all gathered
I sense someone’s eyes are stayed on me… You know how you know when someone’s watching even though you can’t see them?
I thought I heard him call out to me
Then again, it must be one of my silly fantasies

Wait a minute, he did call out to me!
He called me by my name even my Father’s name! Who is this man? How does he know me?
I have come in and out of this place for 18years and no one, no one ever called out to me nor called me by name…

I don’t look up, and then he touched me.
He touched me and i knew right then that everything’s changed!
It felt like I had been loosed from a really tight bond… I felt free, can’t explain it really.

Instantly I straighten up, my shoulders tall… He looked into my eyes and he smiled… his eyes were the most beautiful I had ever seen!

My tears poured, never ending,
My hope,no longer pending
My joy overflowing
This miracle, mind blowing
I am so thankful
That of me Jesus is mindful

As I walk back home, I see everyone staring and praising,
Some walk up to give me a hug.
Two women even cry along with me,
This is really happening!

I run to the river, my only friend for all these 18 years… I look in, taken aback by my own reflection… she’s beautiful, the woman I see. I weep and I ask her; “Can you see the sun now?”
…………………………..

“On a Sabbath Jesus was teaching in one of the synagogues, and a woman was there who had been crippled by a spirit for eighteen years.
She was bent over and could not straighten up at all. When Jesus saw her, he called her forward and said to her, “Woman, you are set free from your infirmity.”
Then he put his hands on her, and immediately she straightened up and praised God.” Luke 13:10-13.

Paula Ezeka
August 15, 2015
7:34pm