MY DADDY'S BELOVED

Imuetinyan Osaguona

Biography: A lover of God, a lover of Psalms and poems

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Saturday 6 September 2025

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‎Sitting at the porch of Solomon's mansion.

‎Wondering the morals and seeking the lessons.

‎Digging deep and contemplating what gold to acquire from life's goals.

‎I have seen and glean from days and dates.

‎From encounters and counts.

‎Knowing and reckoning that the fullness of a man is never in himself.

‎My eyebrows racing and flipping through the canon of Wisdom and Time.

‎Knowing that knowledge can be acquired and lessons drawn.

‎I took out my golden ink and a pamphlet of emptiness.

‎Eager to write and know what the end of life is and the goals of man's achievement and wins after the grinding and gliding journey of life's bumpy ride.

‎The canon of times and wisdom flipped opened and there it was, what I longed to seek and acquire.

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‎Then the canon of Wisdom opened up its mouth and spoke in the loudness of its voice saying:

‎"The fullness of a man is never in himself."

‎"To shoot forward, grace of the Greatest one must be one's arrow and leverage."

‎"To shoot upward, mercy of the Greatest one must be one's bow and alacrity."

"‎Blessed is the man who stand with the Greatest one and is alone than one who stands against the Greatest one and is with multitudes."

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‎The canon of Wisdom opened up it's mouth the second time in the loudness of it's voice saying:

‎"No man can squish the essence of life out of life if such man is empty of The Life. The essence of life can only be unearthed in the Life."

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‎Wondering what the canon of Wisdom meant, I slithered to the canon of Time flipping back and forth.

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‎Then the canon of Time lifted up its voice speaking loudly:

‎"The ticking of a time must be numbered and only men who leans to learn the numbering of the ticking time understands and gain wisdom at heart for there is time for everything and a season for every activity under heaven, therefore men must lean to learn how to number their days for the days of a man is filled with purpose and purpose can only be purposed by the One who bestow purpose to every man."

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‎Gazing at the canon of Wisdom and Time yet lacrimating under émotion livresque, I arched knowing and realizing that a man of means comes into meaning in a meaningless world only when he meets with the Meaningful One who bestow meaning to anyone who ask for meaning.

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Imuetinyan Osaguona

Thursday 4 September 2025

MY DADDY'S BELOVED

How I wish to touch the sky.

To embrace the coolness of the moon.

To ask the sun how it got it's intensity.

To speak to creatures of the sea and ask how they got their glory.

To behold the stars in its beauty and wonder why they don't dim.

To know who made the birds of the air and create them to fly up high without defying the order of nature.

Skimping from page to page of His love letter to me in curiosity and questioning overflowing within me.

Boom! I am faced with a page, staring at me and stating thus:"The earth is the Lord's and the fullness thereof"

Then it dawned on me, with my eyes wide open, I realized where the fishes got their glory.

I realized how the sun got it's glow.

I realized how the moon got it's light.

I realized how the stars got their illumination.

I realized how the birds got their strength and high-ups power.

This wasn't scientific discovery, it was divine sunburst discovery.

Realizing and reckoning that I am his most prized creature, I became convinced that I am not part of his fullness, I am his fullness thereof.

I am the express image of the One of whose loins I was begotten.

I am the one that calms His nerves.

I am the one that keeps His smile intact.

Yet with the fullness of my flaws, He is never tired of grinning anytime we converse.

I am the thoughts that fills His heart.

I am the most loved of all that He has created.

I am the one who caused Him to create other creatures just for my comfort and dominion.

Oh! How loved I am.

Oh! How loved I feel.

He loves every bit of me and will never let my flaws ruin our precious moments.

I reckon that He is not just my Savour, He is also My Daddy.

My Daddy who reminds me daily through His love letters that I am His and all things are mine.

I stand on this knowledge that I AM MY DADDY'S BELOVED.

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