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The Cry of Hannah; An Exigent Cry (Poem)

A woman looking upward with her clashed hands on her lips.
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Her lips moved;
Her heart spoke,
But no words voiced out,
For so was the gravity
Of her cry to God
For a child.

The priest condemned her.
Was she drunk? No;
Or rather drunk with pain,
Downed in mockery,
And tired of her tears.

Tired, she was,
So she cried
Like a wounded lion,
But no sound was heard;
Nonetheless, God heard her
Loud and clear.

Her cry; too critical
That God had to move his priest
To bless her without fail.
Was she cursed? A mystery;
But her vow paid
And Eli’s blessing
Made her the mother
Of a great prophet.
Now her name ring bells
And forever will it,
For so loud was
The cry of her heart.
An exigent cry.

“I love the Lord, because He hears [and continues to hear] My voice and my supplications (my pleas, my cries, my specific needs).” (Psalms 116:1, AMP).

“And this is the confidence that we have in him, that, if we ask any thing according to his will, he heareth us:” (1 John 5:14, KJV).

“weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.” (Psalms 30:5, KJV)




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Favour Olumese

Favour Olumese

Favour Olumese is a lover of the creative use of words who utilises poetry & non-fiction to relate humanity and divinity in this ticking phase called life.

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