Saturday, April 30, 2016

A  U  R  E  O  L  E
A poem by D.Mercy Susanna

Skinny legs
Torn jeans
Curved hips
Scarlet lips
Polished nails
Well shaped brows
Hair so straight
Heels so high
Mincing steps
Looks so sharp
Rolling eyes of
Long length lashes
Deep inside
You are something different 
Wake it up! Girl..
Cherish from within
You are a vessel
You are worth
You are precious
Than these jewels
And cars
And money!


Charm is deceitful and beauty fades; but a woman who fears the LORD will be praised.               Proverbs 31:30

Saturday, April 16, 2016


U  N  L  E  A  S  H  I  N  G

Photography by Mercy Susanna



Smoke puffing out from my nicotine lungs, I dropped a piece of ice in a glass of whiskey. The table beneath my chin, I stared at the ripples that formed due to the transparent dancing cube in the glass. I tossed off a few glasses and closed my eyes aimlessly. I saw a girl. A beautiful girl that I fell in love with. Her face unblemished, hair as soft as a baby's. A year ago, we both walked in the same pub, grooved to the same music, shared the same glass of drink. My thoughts be in a chaotic search for a beauty that had somehow gone adrift. She agonized my subtle notions. Her behavior evoked a quarrel between. With a disheartened soul, I opened my eyes frustratingly. I did not want to think of her anymore. She had cheated on me. Gulping down the cheap drink swiftly, I felt an inborn reflex beneath a nerve. It said, "She is no more mine". I plumped down the glass against the gravity but it did not break. In some way, I scuffled to disremember her memories. I yearned for the deceptive delicacies of life. I engaged myself in gambling. Rushing out of wealth and arrogance, I gave myself to drugs and hookah. My eyes filled with lust and longed to fill  myself with delusive sexual desires. I tried to comfort myself with lascivious orgies. To serve up my fleshly hunger, I had enough to splurge on prostitutes and lashed out all on them. Something stuck in my throat. I languished for another glass of drink. And I'm still thirsty. I hoped at least two more drops would quench. But no! That didn't assuage my thirst. I tipped the glass on the table with a slight torque. Suddenly, I remembered dad. An ingenuous reminiscence.

When I was 5, dad and I, took summer walks at night. He showed me the night sky and said God has made all these stars.  Making unfledged eyes, I pointed my index finger to one of the brightest stars and asked him, "Dad! Who made this?  And the moon? Who made this?" He smiled serenely, "God". I laughed as if it were a very funny joke. The innocencies of childhood made me ask, "Where is He?" Then he showed me an unilluminated area within clear boundaries under my feet flattened due to a streetlight. He said, "God is always with you, like your shadow. He walks beside you and protects you". Though I did not understand what he said, I smiled like a creepy kid. Walks with dad were always the best.
Suddenly, the glass in my hand slipped and fell on the floor of the bar. I realized I was no more  5, but a 22-year-old wounded soul.  Thick drops of water decided to come out of my eyes. They fell on the broken pieces of glass. Immediately I rushed out of the bar and drove my car in haste. It was 2 am in the morning.  I went back to the same road, where dad and I spoke about the magic in the constellation. I saw the same streetlight with a broken shard, spiders making its home, though it shot out the same luminescence. I blew off the dry leaves and sat down crashing all the pride. I looked at my shadow and touched the surface of the road gently. It reminded me of dad. But he is no more with me. I wept in silence. In a span of an eye to blink or a heart to beat, it heard a loud wail.  I cried till I lost sense in my veins. I had ruined my life giving myself to the enemy. Every single sin that had left me to be a prodigal started to prick me like thorns in my flesh. I realized how short my hand was, to reach the One above. I called out upon the name of the LORD. He saw me weeping like a child. I repented of every sin that I remembered since childhood. An intrinsic combustion spread out the  warmth liberating fire in my dead bones. I felt the arms grabbing my shoulders with Love and the voices from Heaven, calling me "son".  The twisted stranded cords and the fastened knots of mental anguish, distress and pain, in which I have been bounded for years started unleashing.
-Mercy Susanna


"COME TO ME, ALL YOU WHO ARE WEARY AND BURDENED, AND I WILL GIVE YOU REST. TAKE MY YOKE UPON YOU AND LEARN FROM ME, FOR I AM GENTLE AND HUMBLE IN HEART, AND YOU WILL FIND REST FOR YOUR SOULS. FOR MY YOKE IS EASY AND BURDEN IS LIGHT." - MATTHEW 11:28