Miracle Poem by Owoyeye Oluwafemi Ebenezer

You long for a sweet rest under an oak

You find none, and you feel it isn't ok

You prayed till you bones ache

You waited for answers, and a friend blessed you with acorn seeds

You asked for an apple

But you're given its seed, yet you don't see its need

You are confused, and you wonder if you are still the apple of His eyes

You are advised to plant the seeds in your hand

You calculated how long it will take them to sprout, rise and thrive

Time flies, and the tomorrow of yesteryears is here

Here you are still on your knees, with zeal so rare

You never cease longing for a sweet long nap under an oak

The sweet, crisp yummy-yummy taste of an apple

Like before, you still feel it isn't ok

That your prayers are unanswered, with no sign of miracles

But the small still voice keep saying, ' your miracle begins with you. '

Owoyeye Oluwafemi Ebenezer