​HONOUR THIS PRAYER


You know the spine of every palm frond

Holds it firmly 

Even in the slaps and blows of the wind

You know a seed holds the future of its fruit

You know divinations of norms

Twist paths of stories

I am on this drive which the winds of life turn

Abrempong mu Obrempong

Lead my drive!


II

In a vehicle where I am a passenger in a bit

A mate in a bit

A driver in a bit to be turned into a passenger again

Only to get off at your appointed station

I need you to perfect my seed

I need you to fix its all

I need you to hold it into independence

So I don’t turn the alighted not so delighted

Anyame mu Onyame

Lead my drive!


III

This road is filled with claws and pores

Yet my tyres have no where else to thread

Every puncture fills the fun of fickles

Every stop digs the greed of pushers

Every break oils the need of the unscrupulous

Every empty tank calls for even thirsty gallons

So Odomankomah!

Odi Asaase yi so ahenkan!

Judah mu gyata!

Please lead my drive!

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Dec. 17, 2017

A SOLEMN PRAYER (MONORHYME)

Sire
Now the situation is dire
Grant my desire
And all the pride for you I will acquire
Even as I walk through this fire
I do know enemies, for me, this pain hire
I know there awaits a mire
And the beatings of struggling wire
For they never tire
Sire
All they pump are dreams via
Making dodging extremely impossible, in this jungle empire
Do for me more angels hire
For you will always remain the sire
As long as the sky lives above the earth, you are no liar
This is a solemn prayer, Sire
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016

THIS PRAYER

I want to be like the tree

Planted beside the Okuafuom well

So I will  never lack as I stand guard

And will never have to be cut down

“Ahunuabobirim”, please be my planter

II

I need to be like a pious lamb

Kept in the house of sinful innocence

Serving all scrupulous like a contented servant

So I will never have to lift a limb to battle pride

“Okumuokufo. Awurade e”, be my master

III

I need to be like a fertile tree

Whose fruits feed all famished

As my branches and leaves umbrella the tired

Becoming hands to cover the angry face of the sun

“Onyame kese”, manufacture my manure

IV

You are the Almighty

You are my guide

You are the ultimate achiever

The writer of all fates

You are the maker and overseer of all

I kneel my Lord, please hear this prayer

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016

(All the quoted words are names for God in the Akan or Twi language of Ghana. Photo Credit: Google pics)

PIPING PLEA

We on your highest port
Do your mighty pardon seek
We, like mere goods to board
Pray you strengthen our bones so weak

II
We, who are your fingers’ mould
Seek your mighty hand to hold
We, so lost, like some foolish sheep
Do call on your merciful powerful guide

III
We hide
When we must your loving guide abide
We cry
When your gentle waves do chide
We rebel
When we feel we’ve lost your side
But your loving compass, to lead
Does always show
Like the blessed star no matter how long it takes
So please and please
Help our problems bake
Into the loving breads we sure can take
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

A PRAYER FROM MY HEART

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I

Lord

Great thanks

I give

To you

II

God

Your words

I believe

Are true

III

Almighty

My life

I know

You own

IV

God

I act bored

But you know

My heart

V

Lord

My sins

You know

I loathe

VI

Sweet God

My fears

You know

Are pure

VII

Oh Lord

Save me

Devoid

Of my sins

VIII

And Lord

My punishments

Make them mine alone

And bless my offspring

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

SLEEPING PRAYER

ANGEL

Sleep angel

Guide this star

Who shines bright

But is fragile

II

Protect this soul

From fearful screams

And let it meet

All in divine

III

Sleepy angel

Lead straight

Through the contours

Of sleep

IV

Place peace

Close and seize

Fright

Till day opens its doors

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

A PRAYER

I am on my knees

Begging for peace

In the midst of the fangs of the bees

Are many who’ve no fees

To pay to the bees

Because they touched not their honey

 

I am on my knees

Like the perpetually kneeling tortoise, for me

The river that flew through me

Gathers in beauty and warmth

But many dirty legs do step in

Without an iota of compunction

 

Please protect it

By shading,

And preserving

For the sake of the traveller

Who pants with thirst, and protect the desolate,

I know it’s within your powers.

    Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

MAKE ME INVISIBLE

Please cover me with the cloth,

Cover me with the cloth that will make me invisible to disdain

Invisible to pain,

Invisble to faces of hypocrisy plain,

Invisible to the likes of Cain

Invisible to those who love feign

Invisible to those who insane thoughts daily gain,

Invisible to those who abuse rain

Invisible to those who good names stain,

Invisible to works which end in vain

Until the world becomes sane

And bothersome botherings wane.

   Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014.

OUR PRAYER

We sleep

Like sheep tired and satisfied after grazing

We keep

All annoyances and disappointments at bay without bracing

Only you can relieve this pain and keep us from dreamy weeps

Nursing our wounds and keeping us cool and refreshing for the morning

So in your bosom, do us keep

While your angels do our lives seep

This is our prayer.