UNFAITHFUL

You came squirming in blood

But I did not let you die

I provided wisdom to cut your umbilical cords

To wash and wrap you in cloth

Your glaring nakedness to shield

Loving, caring hands of a mother

I provided them all

Strong and tall I made you grow like a healthy plant

A young woman you became

Breasts well formed into two tall twin towers

Hips well shaped like the finest arts of Michelangelo

Skin shining as one rubbed in the finest olive oil

In clothes of embroidered silk and linen I dressed you

Jewels and ornaments of gold and silver put I on you

Shoes of the finest leather and the choicest of meals

Your beauty became dazzling and captivating like that of a queen

Beauty met admiration and fame and then begat pride

Then in your adult glory and reign

You forgot the one who made you so lovely

You never for once remembered your childhood

How I treated you when you were young

But like they of easy virtue you took to revealing

The breathtaking beauty of the breasts I brilliantly molded

The very “behinds” I built in bravura

The thighs I tediously tended

The stomachs I skillfully shaped

And the coats I provided for your nakedness

You fashionably converted into little aprons

That every eye may see and toy with

The hidden and sacred treasures I placed

At specific “body geographical locations”

With specified bearings and vectors

Longitudes and latitudes

Coordinates and cardinal points

And passwords, serial numbers and codes exclusive to you

But as many as admired, to them you gave the right of free access

To break into thy security system and steal thy jewels

Even in the non-admirers you created unforeseen pressures

Enticing their unstable souls

How bad enough that you have become unfaithful to me

And the life purpose for which I created every part of you

 

© Mark Gadogbe

Marriage & Personal Development Author

 

 

A new woman

I was a distant admirer

My eyes liking what they saw

The beautiful personality of a simple lady

So simple in all respects

Circumspect in choice of friends

Godly in character and dressing

Her chasteness so alluringly satisfying to me

I wished I could get closer

To experience her Godly ambience

But these now are mere ruminations of the past

For a new woman now I see

A totally changed personality

Running down an ungodly road

The road of conscious self exposure

A new love found in garments so scanty and revealing

My eyes lost all admirations

Having suffered a thousand “negative externalities”

From her now ungodly self exhibitions

Casting off her “breastplate of righteousness”

And parading her nakedness

To the displeasure of God and Godly men

But the pleasure of worldly men

To some, a shame to womanhood

To others, a good display of woman empowerment

I wondered what went wrong

 

© Mark Gadogbe (McApple)

 

Image source:
dailybiblememe.com

 

 

CHANGED – A poem

I heard her soliloquies very clearly though softly spoken

The cool breeze of the cold night

Gently carried them to my sweet sharp listening ears,

But alas, they were words from a heavy heart:

“Why am I noticed by no one?

Why only one in a thousand appreciates me?

Why will none smile at me?

My countless smiles are treated with disdain.

Unlike the millions of them I meet each passing second,

Not even an ant takes a peek at my beautiful veiled form.

Perhaps they are of noble birth while I issued from a boil?

Perhaps the boil that left a big scar on mum’s right thigh?”

But then she observed more closely

And realized they gave out some personal valuables

To merit the admirations and all their seemingly sublime societal status

So like them her portion she began to give

And how renown she became just by the break of dawn

In publicizing her “privacies”

Heralding them in micromillimetre-size mini-apron attires

That set hearts of men ablaze like cast magical spells

Affections soon flowed like never drying springs

Oh what immeasurable joy engulfed her soul,

What sense of accomplishment and acceptance she felt

But little did she know that they were fleeting and frail

Oh dear daughter of Eve,

What comfort and assurance seeketh thou that He cannot offer

Is it not enough that perfect is His Grace that sealed you?

And free and changeless His favour to you?

Is it not assuring enough that thou art wonderfully and fearfully made?

Findeth thou no honour in thy body being His Holy Temple?

No security in having a helmet of salvation and a breastplate of righteousness?

Oh blessed daughter of Eve,

Look to the ancient path and forsake the fleeting fantasies of the world.