The Call Of A Friend Poem by Olorode Olorunleke

Gently I laid my head on a couch,
And I heard his call.
Making my mind puzzle.
Could it be the call of Samuel or the eternal?

No sooner than later that images of the Angels began to come around.
Floating in the air to answer the call and wearing the crown.
Then I knew this is the call of my friend
My friend and beloved.

Why is this call becoming constant?
And you know I have a mission which must not fail.
I call you my friend for the love you have for me.
Not like some predators that surround me.

The great messenger of the Most High,
I hail you!
Come to my aid to end this agony of illness!
You know
Oh you know that time is not up yet
Purposes and missions are yet to be accomplished.

Not of my will but that of the creator
And when it's time to rest,
May I not rest below any Tyre or crashed metallic monster.
May I not rest below a crashed blocks or sink roof.
May 'I can't breathe' not lead me to rest.

May I not rest as a result of stray on my bones.
Let my rest be sound like a toddler on his mother's arm
And sleep like Abraham to meet my Creator in my aged
Stop oh stop calling!
Except the second coming is at hand.