Reality knocks in the midst of the Church, in the house of the Saviour, the great Redeemer.
Who will open the blinds, rub their eyes and see what Reality has dug up and brought to the fore?
Reams of dreams await their unscrolling from hearts, paralysed.
Blind to the blessings ready for the picking, they wallow in self-pity, victimised.
Tending to wounded egos, their worth remains packaged within, enslaved.
Meant to be destiny pursuers, they remain still, crippled.
A quiver with strategies to aim at targets for breakthrough, discarded.
Who will answer the call of Reality at the door? Descend on bended knees and cry for help, extend the arm to mentor, be a friend willing to monitor and tutor ?
Who will listen and answer God’s call to be a solution; His ordained hands and feet for action ?
In the midst of the Church, in the house of the Saviour, the great Redeemer where His people are as perishing vapour.
©Dec.2016 Deborah E.Nyamekye