HOLD ON TO THE PROMISE

When in the walk of life

You have lost your way

And every road seems

To lead you the wrong way

Jesus is your compass

He won’t let you stray;

Look up to the savior

He will guide you home.

When your friends forsake you

And you’re all alone-

Thinking no one loves you

And that no one cares….

Jesus loves you dearly

So the bible says,

He’s a friend who never fails

He’s always near.

Now that you are certain

What the bible says,

You should never listen

To what people say;

They will steal your blessings

If you let them in…

Hold on to the promise

God has given you.

By

Hope Kalé Ewusi ©

This poem can be sung to the melody of the Christian hymn “Count your blessings”

WHO FEELS IT, KNOWS IT

Men have left their hearts

Upon her altar;

Upon her mantle, left their hats-

All smitten by her star.

And women like wise

Have dreamt of him

And probed his guises…

His deck of cards, his every whim.

I've  heard of a word called love

Of which bards and crooners sing

 Melodies like cherubic ditties from above

Yet seldom in seeking hearts her bells do ring.

Of what use then is this quest

That buckles men to their knees

And Cupid importuned by ladies’ requests

Why do rainbows, our hearts yet seek?

By

Hope Kale Ewusi©

Primal Thought

Caught in a docile moment
I pause, lost in reverie -
as cotton candy floating by
cast a shade in my thoughts.

All is not somber in the wake
 in the street, bright skirts wave
as if to jerk me from my rave .
Oh how the rainbow kisses
the out-skirts of my crown !

The view it seems at once
to be from a funnel perspective...
narrow ....narrow - narrower
the world is perched on a needle
what splendor in minimal scope!

Let me tarry awhile in the now
while the t.v cavorts with self.
this place I've found is old and new-
complete though lonely as number one
this is where I want to be -
one with all, upon a needle point.

By

Hope Kalé Ewusi ©

Exodus

In the crux

of immortality

lies the reality

of exodus -

when the shards

of living,yield to

the the essential

truth of all truths.

And out of this

reckoning lies

the dread of the

examined life in

relation to the

final quest.

Thus in the token hour

while the evil hand

may to seek the eye

that knows the king

when penance like

broken arrows

drop like stones -

Across the brook,

the exalted sun

and hallowed moon

shall embrace the

glorious morn , in the 

cradle of the first dawn.

By

Hope Kalé Ewusi ©

Broken Hour Glass

" Dillemme Africaine "

So it has come to this:
That in the name of progress
Plain folks' dreams may
Rut and drop like forgotten
Plums after the rain -
While chieftains and barons
Frolic and rump on distant shores -
Or that where the bountiful mango tree
Once stood, stands a mansion with iron gates.

A broken hour glass still tells time -
In the present, yet in the past.
And signs are there to see - not to all
But to those whose eyes are free.



Churches and prayer houses every where..
The praise of tongues thrilling the air -
Saints and sinners scrambling for bread
Beneath the unyielding scorcher's eye....
Churches and prayer houses every where
And not a single factory any where !


I see the Mayor and his tribe -
Chewing the fat with crooked hands...
Deals and steals their stock in trade.
Churches and mansions at every throw
While Pedestrian prayers perch in air;
And this is progress for goodness sake?

Heaven can wait when babies cry
And the cup of faith that numbs the hand
Should freeze on the pulpit, where tall tales fly.
In the ranks of pedestrians let one voice soar
With valor let freedom hands seize the day
Not by the barrel  or blighted box -
But with righteous  will, make it known
To the barons of gloom and dreadfulness -
The awful hour of reckoning is fast at hand.

By

Hope Kalé Ewusi ©