The giant aspect

I am drowning in the sea of giant complicacies

The wind, the tempest and the storm in cahoots against me

I can’t even muster mustard seed faith

I need to fly away to where peace is not an illusion.

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I feel like an abandoned woman’s scarf fluttering on the clothesline

Praying vigorously without faith because the unfairness of fear seemed more potent than the faithfulness of creed

But pray I must, for this is my virtue against the giant of all miseries

I heard a roar from Judah, and the towering wolf transmogrified into a whimpering puppy.

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Over 300 years of persistent drinking from the bitterest cup sent from hell

The giant aspect of pursuing pain

Typified by the implacable and unappeasable heartless Pharaoh

Till the Divine Judge taught him that nothing bad lives or lasts forever.

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The giant aspect of affliction

The Goliath of fertilized poverty and gut-wrenching wretchedness

Nations and families were made drunk in hopelessness by her fermented wine

Till the giant boulders of lack were eviscerated by small doses of faith.

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The giant aspect of sorrow

Made tears to fall like snow in the winter months

25 years she fought alone on her knees with bare knuckles punching out prayers of hope

We also waited with her for no man could say “God of Isaac” till Sarah testified with laughter in her arms.

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Before the unforgiving baying crowd that came to witness the premiering of her shame

She stood alone on the red carpet of humiliation in her dishevelled clothes trying to cover her half-exposed bosom.

The air around her was thick with her sighs and anxieties

Till the angel whispered saying, “hold the fort, He is coming, it shall not be your ruin. I gathered them together to make them embrace their doom together.

SELAH

To read another poetry Pains of the other Woman

This is for you my Sisters and Brothers out there facing overwhelming situations.

Hold the fort, the KING is coming.

The giant can’t defeat the ALMIGHTY.

Thank you.