The Last Call

Speech is what I hear as the drums beat rhythmically

inclined, short sighted to the vibrations... Audibly... I

hear... Cataracts....cataract understanding. 

My brain fails to envision as I live my life only once..... 

Once?

Cogitatively, death seems more realistically appealing.

Marathonically, I tried... But ignorance only

stretches an olympic that long; am guessing a silver.

"What if?" is the food daily fed. "Do I know you?" I

think... God questioned me! Now I wonder how...

I've been saving you!

Cause every time I check, check! Present in church,

check! Daily preaching, check! Giving, check! Praying,

check! Chicks..... Check! But...?

I wonder. Have I missed it? Have you missed it? What

if?

Laboring in vein like a still birth always unexpected,

remember? I know I ain't Grade five but it still clicks.

Do my checks bounce? What if right is only what i set

to please me?

With vibrations still lingering, hell is not my

sambaling i do not swim like that.

But it clearly is time to check, this time, not your

self...but His word... 

You never know your last breath....

 Could be His last call.

>>Nebert D-Ray Chipasha<<