Trance

I gazed into the infinite cosmic, and lo! the visible attributes of the one who grace.

Behold, I look and saw in the eternal past His glory as never before,

Descending with power and voice stronger than the winds adjoined,

In His infinite wit, He declared light to illuminate the world,

The Word manifested the world with a light brighter than the sky of bonfire night.

In His gentle voice, He decreed the creation of man, a creature to draw nigh,

He made man from the dust, the lowest of the invisible made visibly,

In love, the lowest, filthiest became of life and to behold the visible, the intangible made tangible

Through infinite affection, He made a way viable to Himself and the entirety of His creation.

With pride and a glowing spark of light in the eyes of man, He declared,

“ What is the son of man that I visit him?

I made him a little lower than angels and crowned him with glory and honour.

Yet I have given him dominion over the works of my hands and put everything under his feet”

MAN, THE CROWN OF MY CREATION!!!

Yet again, the man He created, to abode the earth He consecrated turned to kiss the feet of created

instead of the creator.

In the anguish of His merciful wrath, He wrapped His love around His creature and declared “ If my people who are called by my name will humble themselves and beseech my face then I will hear them from heaven”

Rather in sad reality, the man wandered off into the eternal discomfort of wonder.

He said to himself, I will make a name for myself instead of the perfected abode, he raised for himself an imperfect dwelling.

A welling of sorrow, tear and regrets

Pain and distress he befriended and the very light he pretend not to transcend.

Why is the world full of evil?

Why is there so much pain?

Why can't we live in love?

He blamed the unblameable and swear the answerable

With fret and despair, He proclaimed no God to pair

His very own broad way he set as he furthered away.

Wendling into the dark, he fell into the pitfall of vanity lurking in the pits of hell

The very well he created for himself as deep as a slaver dungeon,

Though he was made in the spitting image of his creator yet didn't know the pithiness he has brought to himself.

Without an answer to his numerous questions and a never-ending his treacherous mentions,

he forgot his beginning.

Man oh, man!

But you see, in the fullness of time, at the very calibration of our crime,

when we were yet sinners, God sent His son to attend to us that we may again be His prime.

His son, a demonstration of love that we may laugh again.

The very essence that redeemed us enshrines us to trust Him who has not condemned us.

Alas, arms stretched wide, that you cannot get over it and yet so low that the below cannot go under it.

In radiant grace, He has declared that our walk with Him may not be pointless but as chosen children and a royal priesthood that our life will be transformed from our hood.

Patrick APPIAH

Patron- The Elevation Advocacy