Portrait of Possibilities – A Poem

I choose to be a sacred sanctuary.
It does not matter
whether I am a cottage in a slum,
or a castle with a luxury lawn.
Whatever I am,
I will welcome divinity into myself
with arms open wide.
I want heaven’s glow to be evident,
as a signal glimpse of the bliss within me.

If my roof is thatched,
let it be the shadow of the Almighty.
If my tank is half full,
let its content be the water of life.
If all I have left is five loaves of bread,
let it be blessed by Jireh.
I want to hungry, thirsty and desperate
for more of God’s love, light and life.

I want to shine with shalom
when my heart quakes with cares
or when the rod of life breaks my passion
that I silently crash
into a million broken pieces.
A million messy pieces, a million scars
proclaiming God’s mercies
every morning.

I want to lie down in green pastures,
and make God’s promises the pillows
on which I lay my hurting head.
When my thoughts are nothing
but a colourful crown of thorns
that fuels grief and starves my faith,
I will hold them with hope,
and nurture them with truth,
until they evolve into a wreath –
a diadem of grace around my head.

I will not plunge into the pool of self-pity,
panic and pressure.
With joy, I will draw water from the well
of hope and salvation.
Whether the day is dark
or the twilight stars sleep in despair.
God is in this temple, heaven is here.
there is light in tunnels and dark alleys,
there is joy in the valley of shadows.

I am a portrait of possibilities,
I am here to happen, and made to manifest.
I am salt, I am lustrous light,
I am God’s sanctuary.
I am enough.

© Adeleke Adeite

Addicted To Love and Light – A Poem

My smile is lit, but you’re far away
How can you relish this fragrant face?
My soul is sweet, it keeps pain at bay
Don’t you crave this priceless place?

The night is dark, the stars are singing,
listen to the symphony of light,
At dawn, my soul will still be clinging
to the peak of infinite delight.

Let me be your ocean and oasis,
plunge your pains and arise with grace.
Sweet cascades of calmness in crisis
await you in my warm embrace.

Drop all the distress life once inflicted,
pick this new page, pen a sweet story.
To my love and light be addicted,
storm this stage with sounds of victory.
© Adeleke Adeite

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Has anyone smiled at you lately? How have you been? Is there something you want me to pray with you about? Share in the comment section or contact me via email: adelekeadeite@gmail.com

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The Uniqueness of You – A Poem

You are not a biological accident,
there’s a purpose for your existence.
None of us is a superficial experiment,
everything about us brews excellence.

More than a bag of flesh, blood and bones,
there is a drop of divinity in your heart.
Never to be traded like gemstones,
you are God’s priceless work of art.

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The true reflection of your beauty
is the smile you put on someone’s face.
The true measure of your prosperity
is how you make the world a better place.

You’re here to happen, don’t just occupy space,
dare to spread love in all spheres…
Your life is garnished with great grace,
use your allure to shift atmospheres.

You are designed to demystify divinity,
live humbly and make God proud.
You are made to amplify humanity,
live cheerfully and love out loud.

Death is not life’s greatest tragedy,
but a life lived with its true purpose.
To feature in life’s greatest tragicomedy
is to live pursuing another man’s purpose.

No one is better or worse than you,
your deftness and defects divinely align.
Appreciate the uniqueness of you,
everything about you is God’s design.
© Adeleke Adeite

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I believe that everyone is born for a purpose and we all dispense different flavours and colours of divinity. Have you figured out your flavour? What makes you unique? Please share in the comment section.

My Sweet Friend – A Poem

Who taught my weary soul to smile,
and helps me go the extra mile
whose arms of love make me agile?
My sweet friend.

Who gives me pleasure in my pains,
and holds my hands in tough terrains
till I harvest sweet golden grains?
My sweet friend.

Who never leaves me in distress,
and always lifts me out of stress
who always sows seeds of kindness?
My sweet friend.

Never will I this gem deny!
whether I fall, fumble or fly,
our lovely bond will never die.
My sweet friend.

Under the sun and in the rain,
in fiery furnace and fountains
our love will rise, radiate and reign.
My sweet friend.

I love converting happiness and hurts to hymns, I love turning pain and pleasure into poetry. Today, I decided to turn the tales in my head into tributes, eulogizing every sweet soul that has been a blessing to me. Thanks to all my sweet friends and family.
© Adeleke Adeite

Do you have sweet friends? How do they make you feel?

The Sides and Sizes of Success

Have you ever felt depressed after viewing videos and different photos on social media? Have you ever wondered why every other person seems to be doing better than you because of the things they post online? Do you see yourself as the last and the least among your peers based on your current struggles and status?

You are not alone, many of us are on this table.

However, the truth is, some of us have failed to realise that success is not always about growing faster and bigger, it is sometimes about growing deeper and stronger.
Most deeply-rooted plants do not bear fruits rapidly, but they grow stronger, last longer and eventually produce more fruits than shallow-rooted plants.

Don’t feel worthless because you are not producing the kind of results others are producing. Not every form of growth is noticeable. Celebrate your small wins. Your little effort may not attract great ovation and accolades. Take solace in the fact that God’s approval is more important than men’s applause.

Don’t be jealous of the greener grass on the other side, focus on your field, water your ground with pride and engage grace for sustainable growth. Don’t get depressed by the growth and greatness of others, celebrate them and build up faith for your rising.

Rising first or rising fast cannot be compared to rising fully and remaining fruitful. Don’t rush the process, don’t ignore the principles. Success happens in stages and cycles.

Keep developing and deploying your gifts, don’t be pressured by the progress of others. Comparing yourself to others based on their result is an insult to the investment of God in your life. We are all wired to win. Celebrate those who are winning.

Identify your grace, find your pace, occupy your space and run your race. You are not created to be better than anyone, God created you to be the best version of yourself.

No one is doing better than you. You are designed to be different. You are destined to make a difference. Your difference is your shade of excellence. Everyone has enough space and grace to win.

The fact that your growth is not striking
does not mean you are stagnant.
The fact that your belly is not protruding
doesn’t mean you aren’t pregnant.
Success has different expressions
and dimensions. You are pregnant with grace and greatness.

You are not lost or left behind. Focus on what God is doing within you, and not on the things happening around you.

Don’t settle too soon, keep grinding. Don’t settle too small, keep growing.

Thank you for reading. I believe that this article has blessed you, kindly share it with your friends and family. Save a soul (smiles). Do well to drop a comment too. You know I love feedback. 🥂🥂🥂❤❤

© Adeleke Adeite

Every Woman is a Wonder

Every woman is a vibrant vessel.
A marvel the human mind cannot unravel.
Her heart is holy ground,
a world of warmth and worship,
and her body: a battleground
where bleeding is a blessing in disguise.
I’m in awe of all the pains and the storms
that a woman’s body can endure.
From period cramps to the pressure of pregnancy,
and the untold pains of childbirth.
Only a dead man will dare to assault this delicate dimension of divinity.
She is a tapestry of tenacity,
a symbol of strength and sweetness.
Her womb is an enigmatic empire
where nations and generations are nurtured
till they are fit to survive on planet earth.
Her breasts are a fountain of life,
the peaks of passion and nourishment.
She is everything a man is not,
and most times, she is everything a man has got.
Every woman is a wonder to behold,
a treasure that cannot be bought or sold.

Happy Women’s Day to all the amazing women in my life. I love you all.

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