Monday, October 19, 2020

EMBRACE OF MERCY

 When darkness is cast against my sight

And my gaze seems obscured from you

When my heart falls below the threshold

When the waves of fate tossed my faith 

Savior, let me fall in your embrace of mercy. 


When the tent of friends and lovers are far

When the voice of teachers mute in truth

When I do not know the way from here

When axes threatens the fruit of my vine

Only let me fall in your embrace of mercy. 


When the surge of the sea stands at me

And the billows roared against my voyage

When my grip and anchor cease to hold

When too filthy could not touch the helm of your garment

Only let me fall in your embrace of mercy. 


When hell and destruction hunt after me

When hades plot to halt my purpose

When far away I wandered from your call

When at the end of the road I hit the cliff 

Only let me fall in your embrace of mercy. 


When the tongues of foes are wet in judgements

When against your ordinance I erred

When I missed your will at the borderline of choice

When I sleep in death knowing not my end

Savior, only let me fall in your embrace of mercy. 


Omotayo (Tpoet) 


Portrait Of My Mind

 Portrait Of My Mind


After a long gaze into my eyes she said

“who may know what is on your mind... ”

So I hewd my lines from the crust of thoughts 

For I did wish to unfold the gate to its horizon

Perhaps a lead and a guide to its windows

If you may see a piece of my intentions. 


If you may see the portrait of my mind

And the reflecting mirror of a many world

If you may see the infinite pages of words

If you may see the battles of fierce armies

The fearful rivalry of contending horrors

And the careful feud of defending honors. 


Peep and see behind the curtains of my mind

Perhaps you may see the unrest of filth and guilt

The pollutions that longs for my vulnerability

The dusty and the rusty wares lying unkempt 

The invaluable instruments that lies waiting 

The formidable forces of my quiet soul.


In my mind is a prodigious hall of conflict

A still quite ocean that echoes its own drops

A noisy market of untoward universe 

Where many stars flung around in amazements

A world of astounding mysteries and puzzles

Where the drums of conscience thuds aloud. 


In my mind is the groanings of valiant warrior

The restlessness of a war-ridden fighter

A place where no one knows, but he who knows

A place where I forgot my very own existence

Lost in infinite imaginations and possibilities 

A world of hostility, litigation and cares. 


A garden of love mar with the stones of hate

A transiting walls of awful and awesome themes

A world not so perfect but rooted in pure volition 

If only I could indite the volume of unspoken words

If only I could invite you to the court of many choice

Perhaps I will paint perfectly the imperfect pictures. 


Yes its a place of wealth and a trove of treasures

A room of arts, beauty and expressions

A field of choice vine preyed by social foxes

An assembly that sway betwixt right and wrongs

In my mind are tools that build the script of today 

The quarry that forges the edifice of tomorrow. 


 Omotayo (Tpoet)