In your smile, I see paradise:
The longing of humankind, 
The restoration of glory—
A land of plenitude
Where all life, human and nonhuman, co-exist…
In your smile, I see love radiate
From the curvature of your lush lips,
Full of oneness. 

In your smile, I see divinity,
The works of the Creator reveal themselves to humanity
As all lifeforms adore the wonder
Hidden in that smile…

Death is lost in your smile, my darling:
For the hurts of the past
Are become unlearned in your smile,
As shed skin is soon to become obsolete 
And one with the earth…

Rather, life blooms from your smile,
And its pollens perch on all and sundry


Your smile is the North Star, Nigeria
Perfect in beauty, incorrupt in holiness;
Your smile directs,
For by your smile are nations led…

I dream of your smile, Nigeria
I dream of your smile—
O how I dream of your smile, like children dream
Of marriage;

I dream of your smile,
The same smile that brightened your face
On the day of your liberation
And adorned you with the gift of freedom…

For your smile, my darling, I wait;
For your smile, Nigeria, I pray. 

© The Medical Poet

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In Your Smile - The Medical Poet

In your smile, I see paradise:
The longing of humankind, 
The restoration of glory—
A land of plenitude
Where all life, human and nonhuman, co-exist…
In your smile, I see love radiate
From the curvature of your lush lips,
Full of oneness. 

In your smile, I see divinity,
The works of the Creator reveal themselves to humanity
As all lifeforms adore the wonder
Hidden in that smile…

Death is lost in your smile, my darling:
For the hurts of the past
Are become unlearned in your smile,
As shed skin is soon to become obsolete 
And one with the earth…

Rather, life blooms from your smile,
And its pollens perch on all and sundry


Your smile is the North Star, Nigeria
Perfect in beauty, incorrupt in holiness;
Your smile directs,
For by your smile are nations led…

I dream of your smile, Nigeria
I dream of your smile—
O how I dream of your smile, like children dream
Of marriage;

I dream of your smile,
The same smile that brightened your face
On the day of your liberation
And adorned you with the gift of freedom…

For your smile, my darling, I wait;
For your smile, Nigeria, I pray.

© The Medical Poet

In Your Smile

Worship The King 6 (Spoken Word Sunday)

His Presence is Heaven (Spoken Word Sunday)

The LORD is my Shepherd;
He is the head of the herd of the sheep,
He never slumbers neither does He sleep,
Therefore I want for nothing.

On green pastures He makes me rest
Sometimes I forget His goodness and put Him to the test again but He reminds me that all I can find in Him are green pastures and that is a testament of things both old and new that He is the same - I can attest to that because He is still my Shepherd.

Sometimes I thirst,
I get so needy of water that I seek to find a source to fill me but He stills my soul
He calms my impulse to run to drink from running waters that seek to steal my soul
So He leads me to still waters and restores me.

His Feet lead me down the path of righteousness
Though I stumble and fall, His way is that of forgiveness

In times when death's shadow hovers over my oval head as I walk through its valley, 
I proceed with my chin up, chest high, fearing nothing because the Holy Spirit - His Rod, His Staff - comforts me, teaching me all the way through. 

The LORD is my Shepherd,
Providing my daily needs even in the midst of barking wolves.
He beautifies and glorifies my head with sweet scenting oil,
And fills my cup with Him until there is no space left for sin: He runs over my iniquities with His Grace.

Surely, His Goodness and Mercy are my companions for as long as I live, and as long as I dwell in Him,
And He in me.



The Medical Poet

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