A poem in my mystery language translated from Yoruba to English 1\/28\/2020:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I was not aware of the situation. 16 <\/sup>Awake, O north wind,<\/em> 2 <\/sup>My beloved has gone to his garden, 18\u00a0<\/sup>Then He said,\u00a0\u201cWhat is the kingdom of God like? And to what shall I compare it?\u00a019\u00a0<\/sup>It is like a mustard seed, which a man took and put in his garden; and it grew and became a\u00a0large tree, and the birds of the air nested in its branches.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n\n\n\n
How to get there.
Do not give up.
Do not be afraid to take action.
I stand at the top of a mountain.
You want to keep your head up.
Then you can see it again.
I would like to show you a flower garden.<\/strong>
Hold on to my breath.
You’ll come to me.
Show me a friend.
I do not want to be alone.
I am with you.
Keep calm and stay close to me.<\/em>
<\/p>\n\n\n\nSong of Solomon 4:16<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
The Shulamite<\/h4>\n\n\n\n
And come, O south!
Blow upon my garden,
That<\/em> its spices may flow out.
Let my beloved come to his garden
And eat its pleasant fruits.
<\/p>\n\n\n\nSong of Solomon 6:2 <\/h3>\n\n\n\n
The Shulamite<\/h4>\n\n\n\n
To the beds of spices,
To feed his flock<\/em> in the gardens,
And to gather lilies.
<\/p>\n\n\n\nLuke 13:
The Parable of the Mustard Seed<\/h3>\n\n\n\n