Scent Of A Saint Poem by Uche Nwanze

Scented candles burning bright breeding nocturnal beauty
I live, I die each day
I am a work in progress
Fresh Roses sprout at the break of dawn, whither while the Sun goes to bed
My flaws I deny not, my claws not proud of

I rise, I fall
The servitor of the Master am I
Boisterous laughter serenade my melancholic spirit
Crafted in mystery, a child of the gods
Birthed in the cot of obscurity, greatness cocooned in his loins
A sceptre for the sire, slaying scary spectres
Yesterdays ghosts haunt and taunt me, Tomorrow my beautiful bride in juvenile ecstasy I woo

I live, I die
hidden in the hollow of His hands
Flawed not fraud, frail not faint
Flawed not fraught, forlorn not fallen
Grace granted me access, Faith blest me, with majestic gait I walked to fate street
I rise, I fall
A child of destiny, my story yet untold
No carrots from the cradle, chariots set before me my coronation beckons

I live, I die
Cherished not chastised
On the brink of despair, in the blink of an eye Pearly gates awaits
Broke ranks with adversity, rose from the flanks to the bank of success

I rise, I fall
A clay in His hands
Naughty not haughty, my soul to hades I sink not
His oblation, a libation for my propitiation
My soul, sonorous songs of victory I sing
The magnitude of my gratitude eclipse not in finitude

I live, I die
A Dame of Zeus
The frequency of my travails tailgating me, the torrent of my triumphs gained currency
Life plagued me nukes, His love for me no fluke
My life, a scented candle swaying in a whirlwind

I live, I die
I live another day
I live to die another day