Posted in Poems

Eden

I have found rest
In the city of four rivers
Where the mystery lies,
Now unhidden and revealed.
Let it be known
to the queen that governs the coasts,
I have gone far from where
I once called home
and I have found rest
in the city of four rivers.

Eden chose me
Where I learnt to be free
And aware of the treasures in me,
Where I revel in the victory dance of saints
Like the Ekombi of the south gate
Extolling the maturity of the woman

I have chosen Eden,
The place of stammering lips
And rolling tongues as the
unresting complex rhythms
of the two toned bàtá drums
that communicates the refreshing,
“the rest with which you may
cause the weary to rest”.

Where angels ascend and descend
In response to the vibes of renewed spirits.
The ancient chants of the cherub choir
in response to the rise of the daystar
in the hearts of those who behold
the brightness of the Son,
From which assurance and revelations abound.
I speak of the beholding.

I have found rest
In the city of four rivers.
Let it be known to Àdùnní,
The desire of my futures,
that I’m home from my exile,
where my life juice was sapped daily
and my soul sought refuge in my bane.
But I am home now
And I’ve found rest
in the city of four rivers

|’Seye Maj

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Posted in Poems

Silent Chaos

My heart always had a song to sing,
And my soul was full of clear thoughts.
These days,
The silence rings through the
many sounds my heart makes,
and in the place of coherent thoughts
that make melody to the ears,
is silent chaos…
where words are nothing
but raging incoherent thoughts.

|’Seye Maj

Posted in Poems, The Prayer

Thank you 

Dear Father, 
I know I forget to remember 
To see the works of your hands 
To see the supply of your grace 

I know I forget to remember 
To give thanks for all you’ve given 
And look forward to the promises I believe in

I know I forget to remember 
To trust in hope 
And see that the future speaks of possibilities 

So tonight I want to say thank you 
For the love you’ve shown 
For the grace you’ve given 
For the comfort of your presence 
For the light that guides my path 

Thank you for friends that you gave 
Gifts that transcend the values we place 
Thank you for the times we joyed 
And the times we had to believe for a miracle 

I will never forget the life you gave 
For me to have an eternity with you 
Thank you for now and 
The resurrection of my body to come 

And I’m grateful for bleak futures 
For which I can trust in you for light to shine
Thank you for the gift of a sound 
And stories worth the hearing of men

Thank you the strength you stirred 
While I crushed under the weight of my tears
I am aware your works are good 
And your gifts beautiful and divine 

Thank you for the songs you gave 
The ones I sang in my darkest hours 
They helped me remember 
That though my eyes can’t see you 
My heart responds to the assurance in your Word

Thank you for my many blessings The gift of a family that bears your name
Where  the love is all that matters
And when our hearts fail, 
We have a company to whom we return. 

There’s a lot to be grateful for
Help me to always remember 
That in all,  you remain a good Father. 

‘Seye Maj 

Posted in The Prayer

After all

​After all, 
It was not a waste.
Though now feels like  labours washed through a basket,
My heart will trust and hope in the best. 
My tears will call for vengeance,
Not havoc to wreak 
But for my children to be preserved. 
That they be nourished with all their soul requires 
And their hearts be steadfast in the love of the Father. 

I only desire that they remain devoted to the Father’s heart, 
The truth of His person and nature. 
That they remain sincere and without offence to the integrity of His will. 
That they love honestly, yet unwavering in the face of adversity
And someday, I’ll look back and smile with content that it was not a waste after all. 

‘Seye Maj 

Posted in The Outlands

unexplained

​The unexplainable dares me 
To tell my story to all who seek to know
But I fear ears may not comprehend 
The vacuum in the words I sow
Oh your heart may not be fertile for them to grow
Except you fuse your heart with mine
Perhaps, you’ll hear the intensity of my heart cry 
And your knees will touch heaven again
That my heart be strong as the moments try

‘Seye Maj 

Posted in The Outlands

He hears 

​Where do I go from here? 
My heart is held on to the things I hold dear
And I never doubt that my Abba is always near 
But I’m weary and my soul pierced with many fears
That I may break under the weight of my silent tears
I know I call and He hears 
But I don’t want to be drowned in the sea of my cares 
So I cast them… 
Abba I cast upon you my cares 
Cos I know I call and He hears 

‘Seye Maj  

Posted in Poems

Àdùnní

I look forward to these moments where my heart speaks to yours 
And yours responds to mine
Where my song is beyond sounds 
And your presence is peace to the raging storms 
Where your smile calls me into the depths 
Daily drawing me to the core of your love 

Àdùnní, 
My heart desire,
Let these moments constantly set my heart on fire 
Denying cupid’s shot arrows makes me a liar 

Àdùnní so better keep setting this heart on fire
With huge doses of love 
Till we grow wings to fly beyond the clouds 
Into the blissful atmospheres of heaven

‘Seye Maj 

Posted in The Prayer

Bold

I know everything in this system has something bad to say. 
Schedules and deadlines hit me at moon time while I lay 
Fears and tears may seem to define today 
And the pressures tempt my heart to rather not pray

But I pray that I be bold to face the demands of everyday 
That I be aware of Your Spirit making clear the paths along my way

Oh I pray I be bold to see You even when the skies are grey 
And my heart is confident that You always shine out with bright rays
Leading me against the storms and all that screams no or nay! 
I ask that I be strong to dare this path again and again

I pray that Your promises will come alive to me daily
That my will be resolute 
My emotions firm and unperturbed 
My mind sound and fearless
That I fully express the reality of who I am, 
The one who has not a Spirit of fear

‘Seye Maj 

Posted in The Outlands

Thorns 

My eyes captured thorns 
Thorns that hurt my soul. 
The moment I choose to look
Every moment the roses call my name, 
My eyes capture thorns 
The thorns that hurt my soul. 

This place I chose to be 
For the false beauty I see 
Is the land of tricksters and goblins 
Where roses hurt your soul 
But the little fairies yell you to run! 

‘Seye Maj