Notice of absence from Jude Chukwuemeka Muoneke
I will surely get back to you when I come online.
I will surely get back to you when I come online.
The world, a stage,
Where scripts are scripted to scenes,
Casts rehearse and cram their lines,
Some distorting the manuscripts.
The prompters patiently waiting,
For a penitent heart,
To refit and redirect a course,
Pride a shield to their souls.
Drunk by the mundane of popularity,
Relegating the Scripter behind the scene,
Building castles in the air,
Footing fruitless bills.
On a bustling and hustling roles,
Some casts sink in suffocation,
And take the exit route,
Waiting to receive their retributions,
Behind the scene.
-
Author:
Jude Chukwuemeka Muoneke (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 23rd, 2024 02:24
- Comment from author about the poem: The poem reflects on God and man. God created every man with gifts and talents, man is expected to use his/her gifts to the glory of God. But some gets easily distracted with the things of the world. Man is an actor/actress here on earth, he/she either performs his/her roles or distort the divine manuscripts. But at the end of the earthly journey every man will go behind the scene to receive reward or punishment from God the Creator of heaven and earth. Heaven and Hell are real.
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 12
Offline)
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.