Fawole Immanuel Taiwo
Love Unmerited - Poem by Fawole Immanuel Taiwo
Pertinent to the Prodigal son,
I have lost my wings and control
To the wind of Mammonism.
My crave for power and fame
Has allured me away from Your love,
But Your love which is showered on
Me has drenched me—an unmerited love.
My ears have gone deaf
Against Your directives.
As Adam and consort were been deviant
Against Your principle,
I have flaunted ditto copious times.
Your instructions and principles have I pummelled to near death.
Lot's wife turned a pillar of salt,
Just because her heart and mind negate Your dispensation.
Many of Your dispensations have I shrugged at.
You have not made me a salty pillar,
But here I am, an avatar of Your loving issuance.
As a gazelle,
I have been spared from the hunter.
As a bird,
I have been rescued from the fowler
As a fish,
You have salvaged and succored me from the fisher's net and hook.
What unmerited love have You shown!
Porter of mankind,
Architect of mankind.
My blood should have quenched the thirst of swords.
My flesh should have satisfied the earth.
Cankerworms, earthworms and all suchlike worms,
They ought to have tasted of me,
But as the Israelite,
I have peregrinated through the Red Sea of death.
What love You have shown.
I, a little David
Have pulled down mighty Goliath.
I, an Israelite have brought down the giant Canaanites.
My vigour cannot flaunt vigour,
But Your unmerited affection shown.
Mohammed goes to the Mountain
Because the Mountain refused to go to Mohammed.
You, a Mountain,
Have visited me incessantly countless times—a little me.
Though I truanted from Your Sanctuary,
But You have not dropped me in the Mortuary.
The presence of death
Makes life surrender.
The appearance of light
Brings darkness under its hegemony.
At this junction,
I surrender to Your love.
I keep myself under the hegemony of Your love.
Let Your love dominate.
Water quenches fire,
But quench not Your love for me.
Mete not to me as I have to You meted.
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