AWAKE! (a poem)
- Elizabeth Oluwatayo David
- Oct 10, 2024
- 1 min read
Updated: Jun 11
We are a people fast asleep…
Will someone please shake us up!
We gather like sheep huddled together for warmth
From a cold and lifeless existence.
We stand in slumber singing lullabies that lull us to sleep
Again; we call it ‘worship’.
We sit and spectate, listening to ‘sermons’.
They pacify our spirits and energize our minds
Numbed by BBC and Sky.
We applaud the platitudes of the entertaining spectacles
Staged for us; we call it ‘church’.
We file out in a daze and wait for it to happen
All over again.
Then we wring our hands and pray prayers
That are overstretched and underbaked;
Wondering why it goes nowhere…
Please someone get me off this tedious merry-go-round!
But,
There is Life somewhere…
Where did we miss it?
How did we stray from that River that flows
Oh, so beautifully, incessant and free?
Where is He?
Someone, please shake me up!
I need to wake up!
They asked her, “Woman, why are you crying?”
“They have taken my Lord away,” she said, “and I don’t know where they have put him... Sir, if you have carried him away, tell me where you have put him, and I will get him.” John 20:13,15 (NIV)
Awake, awake, Zion, clothe yourself with strength! Put on your garments of splendor, Jerusalem, the holy city... Shake off your dust; rise up, sit enthroned, Jerusalem. Free yourself from the chains on your neck, Daughter Zion, now a captive. Isaiah 52:1-2 (NIV)
November 2018
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