THE GRIPS OF GRACE

THE GRIPS OF GRACE

In the grips of grace; I now find my self
Lost in the vanity of my own pursuits
Living life; a balancing act on the fulcrum of my own strengths
Bubbling in the bliss of life’s ultimate pleasures
Filled with the lustful ridden pie of self deception
A little here, a little there
A damned dance with rhythms I warmly embraced

Till the walls came crumbling;
And I tumbling down
Walls I never knew existed
Pushed Into a cesspool of misery
I fell under the weight of my own strong feet
I shouted at the noisy silence
Held my breath; closed my eyes
I struggled with futile shadows
Till I could do no more
Then I surrendered;
To suffering, defeat; my failing; my fears; my weakness! NO

To HIM
He has been there; silently waiting and prodding
To warm his way in;
I remember him once; some time ago
We were once friends
But I turned my back on him
Yet still; He gathered me into his grip
The grip of grace; lovingly and unreservedly,
Undeservedly beyond my faults and failing
Into the grips of his grace

AYORINDE AKINWALE
1/08/2011

WHAT I SEEK...

I seek for truth that endures, ones that I can live by
I seek love; absolute, forever and unconditional
I seek a mission; noble and meaningful that I can live for
I seek a passion, deep, intense and consuming
I seek knowledge; it is power; yes I also admit to show off a bit
I seek God; living, one, and true, to worship forever
I seek purpose; to understand what and why of my existence
I seek inner peace; to ward off the mass confusion and turmoil in and around me
I seek to capture words; it is the basis of everything
I seek faith; in God, my possibilities and people, it is the energy of life
I seek hope; for today and the future; in the midst of pain, disappointment, evil
I seek her, my helpmate; together we are complete
I seek friends; the rare sort, true and faithful ones
I seek heaven; a place of true rest and eternal bliss
I seek lasting prosperity, material, spiritual, social; it beats poverty any day
I seek...