Psalms of Olúwalónimí

I want the ideal with all my heart But the way is to look at all the things in my life fueling exit. Do I know how to relate? Have I seen relating as a basis for oneness between the man and wife. Have I seen marriage as the basis for that oneness? The decree is not a curse. The bigger picture is to protect the work- the word our life brought to the earth- breaking the wall between the male and the female. It simply means we ask the lord to judge us by our single phase, if we cannot match up to that place. By that, we protect the work; we are selfless with it! My heart still sets on the ideal; I want my life and marriage to be a basis, Even as I probe my motive- am I just being selfish? Do I just want to boast? Am I seeking the kingdom 'so that'... I subscribe to more Much more As long as there is more...

No more silence. No more censor. No more fear of misconception. That state does more harm than good. It's been a safe haven for me. My safe place. I want to break free. .. From holding my thoughts back From denying my feelings. A senseless silence. They say she doesn't talk, I laugh... If only they saw the facade, and what I hold back to cover my shortcomings, the one I figured out myself. With an 'unwhole' lens. No more! I gain my voice And sound it like a babe that's learning the art of speech. Not minding how it comes out Yet yielding to correction. I utter my first word And feel so much joy Even if it sounds like rant It eases my heart I'm heard

In You, I've learnt that there are places. In my father's house there are many mansions, and every house is built by someone. Place. Context. So you think you haven't murdered, but you called him a fool... Place; context. You think your wedding band and certificate declares you married. Place; context. You think worship is song. Place; context. Question is, where are you? How do you want it? Gold, bronze, wood? ------------------------------------- I shouldn't argue with you. Cos I didn't know a thing until he helped me see. I do not know what he has not shown me. He is helping me see. So what's the point? It's needless to bore you with HOH, or it's terms and derivatives. Question is, where are you? If destiny brought us together, he'd supply the grace to relate.. And we can trust him for essence.

I sensed it Way before I left Zuru. I could feel it near, though I couldn't touch it. I was overwhelmed by the thought. Tired. Confused. But though I'm weary, you have always held my tired hands. Your word has been my strength. My source of joy and everything. So I turn again and again to you, And ask for help like never before For I cannot live on my own You are my source. Please carry me on. I rest on your shoulders Holding you firmly As I fear the heralding of this drama and heat. Please don't let me fall off. Please, father!