Words, Thoughts & Introspects
Words are powerful. Peruse some of Gbemi’s written words, thoughts and introspections.
her name is joy
she is the sheep lost in the wilderness
the one the redeemer found & laid on His shoulder
bringing her back to all the other sheep in the wilderness
it is His presence that guides all in His flock through the wilderness
stopping each time there is one that gets lost in the wild-er-ness
joy found me yet again :: in the wilderness
with joy,
gbems
Every heart longs to give affection
Every heart longs to receive affection
But Love gave her affection to substances and persons who never care one cent about her
Love was broken by one-sided affection
Till Grace showed up and said
Here I am
She asked who are you
And Grace responded: I AM
And I just came back from dying for you
Fighting for you
And winning for you
Will you do the same?
Will you give me the affection of your heart?
Mercy speaks
There is an accuser calling me by my sin
There is one who wants my head on a platter
Caring nothing for my soul
Trying to keep it buried in eternal darkness
But there is also One
Whose blood has a voice
A voice that speaks mercy
Calling me by name
Saying my mercy silences your accuser
I’ve paid your light bill
All you have to do is live in the light
Ticking Time, Beating Heart
In a moment of slow and mindfulness
Finally quiet enough to hear my heartbeat
I had an epiphany
The lub-dub rhythms of my heartbeat
Seem to synchronously emulate
The ticking of the clock
Tu-Tump, Tu-Tump, Tu-Tump,
Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock,
Rubatosis and Chronostasis
The shepherd yelled
Jolting her out of slumber into a realization
The wind blowing on the fire of her altar was not from the heavenly places like the Word said
And even worse when she looked further and saw the wind paused
It seemed that the sacrifice was missing
She was missing
She was looking at the altar she had prepared for her Lord but she was not there as she had promised
Who makes an altar to the Lord
Without the offering?
Without the sacrifice?
In all somberness she went
Placing her essence on the altar
And caught a wind
But this time it was different
This was the wind from the heavenly places
Where she was meant to be all along
The wind was the evidence of her restoration
Her altar had be renewed
with love,
Gbems
Though outside she seems like a rock candy
She’s actually quite sandy inside
With millions of little delicate brandy atoms
Making her quite dandy
Brandy has always had to adapt
Apart from the parts
Where she had to restart her heart
She just couldn’t adapt her heart
Nonetheless she had her art
Then she let out the fart carrying all the toxic parts of her
Hurray, no more rock candy
Just sandy brandy
with love, Gbems
Here & now is where I am now
I’m not in the past
Neither am I in tomorrow
Although what has been were good times
And those objects of affection carry so much memory that you occasionally slip into nostalgia
You can’t live there
In nostalgia — Else you lose sight of the here and now where you are
Each new day is bringing you a freshly baked here & now
Don’t miss it
with love, Gbems
If no one was watching will you still be you
Title: I will rescue you — written by Gbems, 2022
“pride is like a tree ::
it starts, hidden in its soil ::
growing as its filled by ::
the lights of attention ::
grows some more until ::
its leaves keeps it ::
from needing its counterpart ::
h u m i l i t y”
— written by Gbems
“under the canopy of changing leaves
::
leaning on the tree's bar
k ::
reading this word::
in a time of solitude ::
an out of body experience ::
I seem to encounter ::
or so ::
I realize in introspection
”
Title: Reading this word — written by Gbems, 2021
“I don’t mind being confined to a BOX :: as long as there is more than one BOX”
— written by Gbems