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INTRODUCTION to OF PROPHETS AND PROPHECIES Many there are who go around claiming to be prophets and annointed to tell us of our future. Mostly they preach of doom and make claims that sometimes would ridicule the wisdom of God. Are we bound to listen to them or should we rather believe the voice that speaks to us from deep in us? Should we consider their forecast of anxiety or trust the visions that have blessed our nightly sleep, when material senses give room to the exaltations of the inner self, the true self - Soul? - Oliver Mbamara |
OF PROPHETS AND PROPHECIES (THE VOICE WITHIN) By Oliver Mbamara He came to me and claimed to know What God has said to me lately. I turned and took a look around To see the one who owned the voice. He had long beard with dimly eyes, And his cassock that touched his feet, Bore a sign that in bold letters said, "I am your prophet, repent and listen." But then a voice within me said, "Beneath his garment, and revered impression, Lies a part I know, as I know the secret you, And if you will listen, I will speak to you.".. |
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POET FOR REASON By Emeka Azuine, London, England My mother wanted me to be a Doctor To heal her infirmities No, I'll be a Poet Poetry heals the worst infirmities On souls that Doctors cannot. She wanted me to be a Pharmacist Who'd produce drugs of armor No, I'll be a Poet Poetry is David's armor Against Goliaths that defy drugs. She wanted me to be a Soldier So with barrels I'll fight her wars No, I'll be a Poet Poetry makes barrels sleep with woes Poetry makes barrels dumb to trigger. She wanted me to be a Merchant To garner the wealth of merchandise No, I'll be a Poet Poetry on marble wisdom inscribes Is that not a wealth for eternity? |
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