"I’LL LEAVE WITHOUT SAYING GOODBYE"
At the oblivious of the world
A visit of the HOLY IMMORTAL BEINGS
Impromptu visit without notification
Be divulged and heard in the history of humanity
Once it occurs
Its land mark until the end of humanity
Alas!
It is the day of the LORD
His appearance on the cloud
With mighty trumpet shout
With Angelic-Ach-Army
Coming for the white robes
With the mark of the blood of the son
His force and power from the trumpet
Un-door the doors of the grave
Awake of the sleeping died
From the bed of the died
Like shining queen and king termite
Flying out of the anthills
The white robes
With the mark of the blood of the son
Flying out of the grave
Dazzling like the brightest sun of the noon
With a new golden body
No fare well to friends
As they leave without saying
Good bye
I in the amalgamation of the journey alive
Or asleep
Be caught up in the force of the journey
Ill leave without saying
Good bye
Alas!
Warning to the mortals of the world
Alert, be vigilant and meticulous
For the date, time and notification
Of the caught up force
Is untold, unknown and unrevealed
While men are saying
Peace and safety
Destruction comes on them suddenly
Like labour pains on a pregnant woman
They will not escape its fist poisonous strike
At the seemed harmonious hour
When in thought
We are now at ease’
At the incessant sumptuous ceremonies
Giving and taking to marriage
Late bed sleep, early morning wake
Hard struggles of life
Suddenly, it occurs
I with the living who lives and liveth in Him
Shall conglomerate on the forceful journey
Of the white robes
Ill leave without saying
Good bye
Alas!
Like an abscond rat from a careless trap
I will fly out of the earth
Behind I leave the assault
Battery, felony, libel and slanderous world
Obscene world of scurrilous objects home of turmoil and treacherous
Only the eminent, those born with silver spoon
In their mouth refuge
But those at the world extreme corner
Suppressed and despondent
Alas!
Like an eagle
Ill fly out of this partial and sinful world
For a pilgrim, a foreigner
A passing shadow I am
Flying to the heavenly place
To be with my maker to a home made
By the Almighty, design with gold, well built
Beyond mans description
I with the host of others
Like sand in sea to count
With the mark of the blood of the son
Appeared in a resplendent home
With dazzling throne and crown
On the mighty lofty throne highly lifted up
Up above
Seated resplendent God of all
His glory, beauty, blessings and dazzling
Behold by the with Robes
Tears of joy flows
Remembrance of huddles left behind
Certain of the present occurrence
Tears of joy flows
Beholding the host countless Angles
At attention with salutation on the arrival
Of the white Robes
With the mark of the blood of the son
Tears of joy flows
Then shall the glorious Golden GOD
Reach out Golden Hands
Into Golden Pocket
In removal of Golden Handkerchief
On the Golden Faces of the White Robes
With the mark of the blood of the Son
Drainage of tears, only joy seen
Joy! Joy!! Joy!!!
Peace! Peace!! Peace!!!
For ever more
Ill leave without saying
Good bye.
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Hear The Poetic Voice Of God by Nwoko Solomon
SpiritualGod speaks everyday in different ways to us, but most times, when we fail to listen we say God does not speak to us and often we feel He has abandoned us. See how God can speak to you today through the words of poems.
