HIS GRACE (1)

“His eyes’re watching

His tears’re falling

His feet’re rushing

His arms’re opened

His heart is longing

to welcome you home”.

Onyeka strummed a few chords on his guitar, took a bow and stepped off the stage. Everyone clapped. It was Friday night and the ‘blooms’ was packed with people. ‘all I need is you’ by hill song played in background, drinks were being served as others admired the artworks displaced in a wash of natural and artificial light. He walked across the room to a painting that caught his eyes. It was a painting of Jesus on the cross. The sky was dark with flashes of lightening ,the ground had cracks, at the foot of the cross was a young woman in despair and her eyes spoke volumes of words. Two angels stood on either side of the woman with bright yellowish light surrounding each angel. They seemed to be glowing.one held a white ivory robe and the other held a golden crown above the woman’s head. The painting was called ‘GRACE’

‘’wow!’’

He analyzed the painting and couldn’t help but touch it. He felt the intricate details; the raging inner battles of inadequacy, the struggles for self-acceptance and the glorious liberty given. He easily read the painting      

He muttered to himself and realized it was beautifully painted but difficult for the artist to live the life of grace.

‘’this painting is not for sale.’’

These words interrupted his thoughts. He turned to see a young black woman with long curly hair held in a ponytail. Their eyes interlocked as they searched memory lane for answers. Ayanna’s eyes grew bigger like saucers as recognition dawns on her. She screamed and jumped into onyeka’s arms .everything to them just vanished into thin air. It was only the two of them reminiscing and catching up on each other’s lives.

(To Be Continued)