Hear The Poetic Voice Of God by Nwoko Solomon

"Good Again"

"GOOD AGAIN"

Once good; foundered and built in it
Designed according to her image
Around him her smells of ebullience and love
The sun of her resplendence radiate around him-
All his part
That eyes and mouths stop not talking
The praise of goodness that made him good

Like sun in its fullness, his life illuminates
The part of men his co-species
As a light lighting cannot be covered
Or under in the under
So his act via goodness can not
But place on the peak for all to see
Aces to the heavenlys; cordial, diplomatic
Puritan and Divine approved relationship
With The Deity Superior of the Ecclesiastical Order- Trinity

Oh! What a blessing?
What a dividends of her- Good (ness)
But little did he know her worth
Little was the value to him
Once good, unmerited
Given to him freely for nothing
No charge, but freely given; no work done for it
No strength or gift in exchange
Oh! What a benevolence offer He gave to be good?
The power-ability to be good
In goodness, the time of good
Her blessings around him
In it he swims like fish swims in the ocean
His basket without vineyard
Filled with fruits
His barn without farm
Filled with foods
His domestic yard
Without sheep Stane, stable, pottery etc
Filled with livestock

Of all these, the dividends of her- Good (ness)
Mouth cannot exhaust
Ears cannot it all assimilate
Book can not contain it all
Brain cannot comprehend it all
And memory cannot let out all
As to remember
Admiration of him by people more of his pears
Oh! I wish like him my children become
Prayed parents
How I wish like him I become
Dreamed his pears

But how much does he appreciate her?
How much does he strive to keep- maintain
The egg-like gifted faviour-Goodness
But little did he know her worth
Little was the value to him

In the time of dizzy mind and sleepy soul
Intrude destroyer of goodness
Coming uninformed, untold; with no sign for alarm
Or to trace its part
Coming slowly like snail, noiseless
Like a green snake in a green grass
Though noiseless was his coming
But with a great rage
Panting with the quest to kill, steal and destroy
Her-Goodness that made him good

Like a mean mouse at night, at the peak of restful sleep
Bite and breeze
So it was, the method employed-the intruders
In his elude of her-Goodness
Confused he became and in turmoil he wondered
Am I still in her warm arms?
Wrapped around in her manger bab-cloth
Like the vanishing of the sun-moving in snails pace
At the condescending of the night cloud
So it was, the depreciating of her-Goodness
Though moving in snails pace
Like Sampson, I will get up and act like before
Knowledgeless of the absence of the power that empower
So it dawn on him in his realization
After his ill-thought, it is part of me
Ive got it forever; Ill arise and do it as before
Knowledgeless-she has gone, gone away
Maybe far, very far away
Though in snails pace to his dismay

At his realization he cried, wept bitterly
Now it seems he realized her worth
Of much value he seems to realized she have got
It looks too late-his realization
But was told-the gentle voice of Inn”
It is not, of her you can receive back
But this you must understand, not to him that wills
Him that runs, but to him it is given
Value her, take not her for granted
For a free gift she is
With the highest amount of man she cannot be bought
or gotten
Though free, absolutely free she is
Costlier than the costliest of man
Go for her, it is not too late

Of this knowledge, how much strength
Diligence, enthusiasm, and ebullience
He employed in his quest to search for her
Till bride-bridegroom they become

Good again, good again, will there be good again
God our hope, trust and faith in you
Surely, it shall be good again.