by Victor Ohikhemota
i am a cursed ground with a river of blood gurgling in my bowels. this is another way of saying that i cannot stand before Your holy face. so i crash before Your cross like a wave in a cup. somewhere in heaven, let Christ stare down at me & wonder how a body can hold guilt for this long, how a boy looks into the heavens & finds the solace that he seeks. let Your cross grow a mouth & speak on my behalf. make my body a proof that God forgives. make me blessed. cleanse me with Your blood.
Victor Ohikhemota is a fifteen-year-old poet and short story writer. Victor loves to read the Bible as it is the most undiluted piece of instructional literature. Besides reading and writing, Victor loves to sit at his window and watch clouds drift off.