HOLY SIN

The phenomenal heartache of the young generation.

From different spheres we sought for a solution.

Lacking the understanding we couldn't see the redemption.

Scouring for the equipment to abolish this abomination.

To no avail we had to live with this aberration.

Till when will we be able to gain our freedom.

In discombobulation, we wonder if this is part of the kingdom

Probably!!!

Thinking it to soothe our presumptuous martyrdom

Hoping to conceal it through our stardom.

Pray and watch!!!

My Father alerts me,

But I have an appointment with my companion.

"Internet", he is popularly known to be.

We visit the pornography night club everyday

Enjoying ourselves in every exotic way.

Sex

Money

Fame

Power

Name it!!!

Monsters summoned by the wicked yet wise one.

Sown as seeds to fully awaken in the moment of its target's appearance.

On Sunday,

I visit God in guilt, pain and regrets

Becoming an addiction I notice the threats,

but "Hey!, He will forgive me" becomes my many benefits.

Creeping into my bones, my mind becomes overwhelmed.

My discretion is creepled before I realize my involvement.

Sighs of failure in my place of Holy meditation.

And complaining before the One who has saved me.

Nobody knows except He that knows

Nobody sees except He that sees.

Pressured by many brothers that do not understand,

bullied by those that think they have reached the summit,

pummeled by the demand for the evidence of our message.

We look for the escape tunnel in the timeline,

but complacency engrosses us with conversations of inferior honour.

After a long continuum of time phases,

Our garments grow stained with designs of attractive sins.

Seeming like a monument of tests and trials,

we  slacken ourselves to the illusion of the endurance of many unnecessary experiences.

So much that we forget the criteria is obedience not temptation laurels.

But yet still the love of the one who sent us,

strongly beckons by the presence of His pure Spirit.

Comforting us every time we fall

Speaking to us as if it was never real.

Like a father, he picks us up and cleans us from the dirt,

As a friend, he consoles us in his bosom,

As a brother, he walks with us in all things and everywhere,

And as a Lover, He loves us through and through.

Most assuredly, He reveals His infallible noble intents to restore our lives and garnish us with His unwaning glory.

Benedict Anane©