Finding Redemption in "Last Night" - A Journey of Faith

Happy Sunday, ,

I hope this musing finds you hale and hearty. Today, I want to share my poem, "Last Night," which takes us on a profound journey of redemption and faith. The poem is the 276th poem I wrote in 2018 when I embarked on a poem-a-day for 365 days. It is based on Romans 6:23, explores the consequences of sin and the transformative power of divine grace.

In "Last Night," I reflected on the weight of my sins and the darkness that once consumed my heart. The night symbolizes a period of inner turmoil and regret, where past mistakes and desires haunted me. The poem beautifully conveys the universal struggle of coming to terms with one's transgressions.

However, amidst the darkness, I found solace in the love and grace of Christ. This divine intervention offers hope and a way to redemption. The poem's climax lies in the reassurance that "the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord," bringing peace to my soul and, by extension, to you who will read the poem today.

"Last Night" serves as a reminder that even in our darkest moments, there is always hope for redemption and salvation through faith. It's a beautiful testament to the enduring power of grace and the transformative journey of the human spirit.

I encourage you to read the full poem and reflect on its profound message. Sometimes, art and literature can be a source of inspiration and spiritual growth.

ROMANS 6:23

''For the wages of sin is death...''

...and that was all I was told

Last night, my sins were resplendent

all over a large portion of my heart, strewn

Last night, lusts ruminated on, back then,

when ignorance made me a melee mess,

came flooding my thoughts

Last night, twilight wasn't spared,

neither was the sun in daylight

neither was I from guilt and Sheol fright

Last night, the dark truths of wantonness

stripped dreams of their existence,

and ushered in nightmares

Last night, the bliss I crave came on a sacrifice of tears,

shed to atone for my insolence.

Last night, none else could fill the chasm formed,

none else could offer the solace desired

But the lingering conquest of your love, made me cry

I could see your grace, ever so stark

falling like waterfalls on my charred soul

Like a new born nightingale’s song

who walked on a crown of thorns,

and had his heart pierced with spear sharp,

to give my soul divine delight

Last night, you would not my angst prolong,

so you dawned on me like the morning Son.

and then, you whispered to me.

''... but the gift of God is eternal life

through Jesus Christ our Lord.''

Peace!

As always, I welcome your thoughts and discussions on this poem. Please feel free to share your insights or ask any questions you may have.

Wishing you a blessed and inspired Sunday.

With ❤️,

Jaachị Anyatọnwụ