So I knocked on her pearly gate
For the King and I had a date
Some call it luck; I call it fate
That with the King I drank and ate
I’d readied myself to meet Him
Or so I thought, till I met Him
He was filled with light none could dim
He lit up smiles for none was grim
I heard this place is called Heaven
No other name could be given
For the streets on which are trodden
Are made of gold; yes, they’re golden
There’s a river that streams make glad
Here the lion plays with the lad
And being afraid, not one here had
Instead love was what all here had
The King took my hand and held me
As He showed me all the beauty
For it was filled with Majesty
From without to it’s tapestry
He patiently told me His tale
On how He came to my land and gave
His all so I could be whole and hale
His speech was of Truth and not fable
These and many more did He speak
It was as though He took a peak
Into my heart as all the words stuck
I was glad at the joy it brought
After everything, I stood up
Filled with joy, love, faith, peace and hope
For now I have known how to cope
And be steadied so I don’t flop
On my way back, though it was hard
I was taught not how to lose guard
But trust in all that I was told
And tell my own tales like a bard

© Chukwudi Isaac


So I set out amidst the gale
And staggered as thus I drank ale,
And the rains came down with strong hail
Thus my countenance became pale.
I had nearly lost my Guidebook
For the sun hid; her rays it took;
Therefore I strained my eyes to look
As I searched for it every nook,
Along the path, I saw some men
For most, their journey they did pen,
So I asked of the path of the den
And how to cross over the ben;
For indeed the way is but straight
A lot of things I’ll have to bate,
With faith, surely I’ll reach my fate
And with joy I will celebrate.
‘For the King awaits me’ they said
‘For my sake, He came and He paid
A debt so much on Him was laid’
Thus were the words the men said
So with joy and hope I set out
With a resolve not to e’er doubt,
For I will have reasons to pout
And people may at my quest, flout
But woe betide me if I slack
For indeed I have my own track
And it seems I may not have jack
But I hear, ‘there’s nothing you lack
Even in the hill or valley
Even with sadness or merry,
Or when I eat bile or cherry
With faith, You will reach There surely.’
So I held held onto what I heard
And held in me, the Words with guard,
For they are pleasant like fine nard
And smooth oil when the road is hard,
This be my own Pilgrim’s Progress
And though it seems I have regrets;
It will be a Pilgrim’s Regress
And will lead me to hate and pains,
Ahead of me I saw the place
With joy and with love, it was laced;
I was told I’ll see face to face
The King who for me, made this place…


© Chukwudi Isaac


I’ve heard the tale of Yonder Land
Where air is hale and gold, the sand;
‘Tis said the way to Yonder Land,
Be full of dread that minds go bland,
For even the brave have lost heart
And their courage, torn apart;
But ’tis also said of a part
Of men who though, they having warts,
Reached the Land and now recant tales;
Of the Land where no man is pale
For there’s no noise, nor is there rale,
For all there are hearty and hale
And the Ruler there is good and kind;
For His heart is set on mankind
For He seeks that all men should find
His Land so joy will fill his mind.
I was also told tales of the King
Who for love’s sake, gave everything;
And called all with their load to bring
So He’ll carry them; so they can sing;
For ’tis said the symphony there
Is pleasant music to the ear,
For all men do is rejoice there
For the King is glad at men’s cheer
I heard that there’s only one Way
But some miss it, even at day
And for it, they dearly pay
To find it, I was told to pray
Indeed my heart was filled with cheer
For men’s tales said I need no tier,
But I was told to expel fear
And not grow weary and despair.
So I was given A Guidebook
So that I will know where to look;
As well as follow every nook
Even though I be called a kook.
To be continued…


Growing up was fun
When all we did was rhyme
Play, play, and sing songs
Not minding time pass by
While we watched our planes
Fly high high up the sky
Or our kites being flown
Kissing the sun in sight
The ground our canvas
Where beauty was expressed
Our pretty drawings
Imprinted from great minds
With nature’s stencil
And whatever we could find
Great masterpieces
From little hands on sand
Who could believe this?
That from little comes grand
Play under the rain
Or water from God’s tap
Watching everything
Trying to know and grasp
What everything was
A longing none could fill
But daily prayers
Made us to know and feel
The reason for life
Passing by each tick tock
Ah! Then came the time
In a split second
What had happened?
O well, it was bound
But I do miss the days
When I was growing
Now I recount memoirs
Years of my grooming
Now on memory’s archive
I sure miss those days
So I dwell in nostalgia
When I need solace
And past days, I’ll remember

© Chukwudi Isaac