Poetry,  Zoe's Cafe

Finding God

ask and it shall be given unto you, seek and ye shall find, knock and the door will be open

the tomb which was sealed with a stone, laid open, why do you search for the lord here, in dead places, he is not in your body

god is not elusive, just omniscient

not in purchasing power, or cravings, or marijuana, or spirits, you misunderstand your hunger

at the last supper, you sat beside andrew, the food had no taste on your tongue, that lump of your flesh was numb, like your faith, a body broken on the table, blood spilled in the cups, you avoided his eye, then he spoke about a coming betrayal, you could not stand it anymore, he knew your doubts, so you stood up without touching the food on the table, walked passed Judas and left

how does denial taste in your mouth, the same as condemnation, sour or not, you swallow it, a burning in your throat, vinegar, how long can a child run from the swinging breasts of his mother, a year, an eternity, only to die of an obvious thirst

you won’t find him on your terms but in a universal truth: come to the end of yourself, your salvation lies in wait


Joshua Omena is poet, copywriter, Amateur designer, wannabe photographer, daydreamer, night-crawler, and my friend😍. Follow him on Twitter @joshmenaa and Instagram @joshuaomena.


I breathe in music, and exhale words tastefully woven for your soul's pleasure. When high on sarcasm, I could smash your ribs into fine pieces. But whether on a stage, singing out my heart, on in Solitude, scribbling out mysteries, my greatest aim is to bless humanity with the essence of my being.

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