Troubled Soul Poem by Oyelakin Gbolahan

Unstabled like the tempest Labrado wind
Because it has been denied (or lost) true peace
Is the state of the troubled soul.

The resonating feelings of dishonesty,
Prejudice, unfaithfulness mixed with insincerity and deception
Deepen the travails and agonies of the troubled soul.

One can’t begin to imagine
What the ugly, worrisome abject poverty,
Homelessness, neglected by loved ones and denial of love
Had made the troubled soul.

Clips from the unguarded moments,
The guilt of sins, the touch of abandonment,
The stench of loneliness, the exhibition of past failures;
All meeting at a front called worry
With an army of regret
Heighten the magnitude of the troubled soul.

Holding tightly in hands his shield of faith in readiness,
Belt of truth round his waist, helmet of salvation on his head,
Breastplate of righteousness fixed on chest-board;
Without the Word – the Sword of the Spirit,
The turbulent wave blows vehemently
Over the troubled soul.

Having taken all necessary prescribed medications or therapies,
Applied all natural precautions, principles and laws,
Patiently waited for a desirable remedy;
Yet all to no avail,
But abated the troubled soul.

Then the penitent need for a transcendent therapy;
The same therapy that conquered the sting of death,
That brings to child-conception as well as child-birth,
That creates and sustains all things;
Only such can still the troubles soul.

“…sent forth His Word and healed them…”
“Peace be still! ”
The word spoken with indomitable, sovereign authority
And received by faith, faith alone
Is the only real or genuine therapy
That will bring a lasting peace and rest
To the troubled soul.