Imuetinyan Osaguona

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

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Imuetinyan Osaguona
Saturday 6 September 2025

REMINISCENCE

‎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.


‎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."


‎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."


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


‎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."


‎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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