THE GIFT OF LIFE


Cold in my hands

Mucus in my nose

Hotness in my brain

Tears tolling down the stairs,

When I was tip-toeing

The stairs of heaven

My faculties in disarray

No mummering of words

I had felt the pain of death

The last stair was 

to be stepped upon

Then I heard 'go back'

A rushing wind had blown my feet to the earth

I shouted GRACE 

From my sleep

I now appreciate the 

GIFT OF LIFE,

My breath

And the SALVATION

that has come to me

Now, I will thank the LORD,

DAY and NIGHT

For preserving my soul

For its not mine,

But of the Lord. 


Ayobami