From me to God:

Dear God, good day
Why do I feel like you slept last night?
While I slept, as the manner of men is,
did you also lay down to sleep?
It’s dawn, but look, the sun is gone.
Not one bird tweet a song.
The little plans I tried to carry through,
they’ve failed.
The tool I thought to use,
they’re frail.
Yet your word would not I sorrow,
to pause a little while, and try, again, tomorrow?
But yesterday, like years past, is lost,
I can’t see beyond this storm of dust.
Got plans for me? I don’t feel good.
I might scale through, who knows?
Do you?

Your son,

From God to me:

Dear Jaachi,
Have you considered the meaning of your name?
Do you know it reflects my name?
Ja, what the Hebrews call me
Chi, what the Igbos call me
You are born to reflect my glory
even when life’s sad and gory
Well, beautiful morning, son of man.
I watched over you throughout the night.
If you take me by the way you feel,
then your faith in me isn’t real.
I say this not to cause you shame.
You’re human, frail in faith.
True to what the gospels say,
I was once the same.
I have walked this path you crawl today.
I once carried a cross of shame along this way.
At a point, when Golgotha was near,
I almost gave in to my fear.
No one has jeered and mocked you, son,
like they did me, before my mum.
Yet, I scaled through
Yes you too, can walk right through.
Jaachi, as for your plans, they didn’t fail.
I’ve planned it all, time will tell.
Although the sea in tumult wail,
Don’t fret, your plans will sail.

Your God,

30, a collection of poems by Jaachi Anyatonwu
Jaachị Anyatọnwụ
Jaachị Anyatọnwụ is a poet, editor, and publisher living in the suburbs of Aba. He is the author of numerous poetry chapbooks and collections, and the Editor-In-Chief of Poemify Publishers Inc. Jaachị is passionate about discovering new voices and mentoring emerging poets. He is also a fierce advocate for the boy child and sexually molested.

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