Poetry || How?

HOW?
You yearn for His words
And he speaks
But how do you hear?
When you do not listen
When the booms and bangs
Of the world
Are the only sounds
That arouse your hearing

You yearn to see Him
And He's there
But how do you see?
When you are like a child
Intrigued by every shiny thing
And when it's not
You turn the other way

You yearn for His touch
And He does
But how do you feel it?
When you are like an onion bulb
Wrapped in layers
Of destructive emotions
With barricades of worldly thoughts

How?

For the Lord's hand is not shortened,that it cannot save,
Neither His hearing heavy,that it cannot hear,
But your iniquities have separated you and your God
(Isaiah 59:1-2)

By Anthonia Ejuojo.


We'll be having Poetry on this blog every last Friday of the month.
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