I searched through the scroll
The first real time I heard
“Come, let us reason together.”
God promised me He won’t be like the high-minded Father
Who will force His prodigal children to swallow everything He said
He made me learn to take my own decisions on life or death
But tells me “I wish that you choose life, child.”
The only pill I see He wishes i swallow is to ‘reason’ with His Will
The one that would peel off this question marks off my weaknesses
The one that would Institute His Passover instructions
at the door frames of my already blooming life; my ears, mouth and eyes
Now, I stand before a priest ready to be cleansed by words
That come as well scribbled scriptural wise truths...
Like a clean bird ready for flight, I ducked my head in this freshwater
I looked up at this priest, and said
“I am learning to understand life for myself.
My opinions are valid too. Let God do the cleansing.
Then will I reason with His pure water on my soul with hyssop.”.
“Obey your Father and your mother so that your days will be long.”
So, looked to obey both spiritual and physical dynamism of parenthood
God The Father and my caretakers
Today, i choose to be cleansed with this hyssop under my wings
And, as I looked up once more, I still saw this High Priest
Like sponge He dipped me in the vinegar of truth and drank with me
At this crossroads of life with his hand on my palpitating heart
He whispered softly to me
“As you take flight, come child let us reason together.
Let us not argue over my plans for you.
I wish above all things that you prosper,
And that your soul prospers too.”
I am willing and obedient to taste this good
For my soul sake as my mother’s child too