IV. God so loved

A Poem by Onyekachukwu

Shot & edited by oc.image — May 2020

Four words -

For now -

Foremost to me:

Forgotten,

But for

Legacies

The Least of These

Foretold,

Foreseen -

“Go forth,

my sheep!

Remember me,”

Forsaken,

Not for leprosy;

Forehead

Gone red,

The left of Thee

Forewent lost ways

Lest face the fee.

(If I see faux

myrrh underfoot,

quite frankly incensed,

I’d make mercy my fruit.)

On He, labor laid and, forbidden to trade — therefore, gravely disdained (for how much can a beggar afford to save?) — still prayed for power and prepared capital to pay…

“Saints Marching” oc.image July 2020

Offered the choice:

Accepted We,

Who lift lame legs

From lethargy

Forgave

Five fingers

Who’d forgotten the Word,

Lip-synced and swayed

Their way through church :/

Forgone the

foreboding?

Foreclosure awaits.

Though, also forbearance

holds a wealth of weight,

Measures up to task;

Placid is love.

Plus all future has passed

Under the sun,

Time’s four less one,

To total Me -

His One & Only Son

Hath set you free.

“scum of the earth” oc.image July 2020

[0]nyeka.

Originally Written July 4, 2020; Revisited August 1, 2020.

RIP John Lewis, the Angel that he was…