The Sting Of Death by Vanessa Banda-Chidhumo

The Sting Of Death by Vanessa Banda-Chidhumo

• I could be paranoid
• You can correct me if I’m wrong,
• But there’s now this void,
• Of hope evaporating from my soul,
• Under the scorching heat of a cruel sun.
• But can I call you sun?
• You feel more like a dark cloud, yet you burn like a fiery hell.

• Just one sting and your intentions are clear.
• You wish to disrupt all things I hold dear.
• You could sting me next, or my loved one on my next.
• Bringing me to a standstill, paralyzed with fear.

• We gather together, for warmth around the flames.
• No one dares to open their mouths and say your name.
• Least you hear us and take it as a call,
• For you to come knocking on our door.
• We hear you though, your footsteps outside our home.
• Your cold shadow lingering, a terrifying form.
• Patiently waiting, or maybe impatiently.
• Seeing how you are never satisfied.

• But I do not want to be afraid of you anymore.
• Oo how I wish to be like the great Apostle Paul.
• Who against you stood up tall,
• He saw through you, called on your bluff and folklore,
• The tales you told us for so long,
• That you are a master, you were wrong.

• Oh Death, now where is your sting?
• It no longer holds us, this fear you bring.
• We have been rescued by our resurrected KING.
• A living hope, our hearts now sing,
• That we shall not die, but we shall live.
• Though this body behind we leave,
• A glorified body, incorruptible the King shall give,
• To His beloved children for eternity to live.

• Your sting to us was fear, right?
• You made us tremble at the mention of your name to give up fight.
• You made us ‘hush hush” so we could give each other false hope,
• So that when you eventually strike, we would think hope is false.
• But our eyes are now opened to the hope that abides.
• We will stare you in the face when you come.
• Give me your best shot, do your worst harm.
• My body will fall away, but to eternity fly away.
• What you intended as loss has become my gain.
• For I am a seed, I multiply when I die.

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