Psalm Poem by Abdul Nuhu

Reading the book of psalm like the
Smooth and soft lines of poetry.
Reciting every chapter and verse
Like my country's anthem.
Digesting It mysteries like ABC.
My tongue rushing with scriptural
Words like that of a psalmist.
My home poems now turning Into
A psalmody.
I began sinking and soaking my soul
Inside the deep oceans of the scriptures
For I see no reason to wrestle myself out.
Darkness always paved way for light
Because even the demons knew that
Christ Is my shepherd.
Mom taught me how to lock myself
Inside the dark room, light up my candle,
Go down on my kneels and dash my
spirit Inside psalm 143.
'Baba; I bless the days that the book
Of psalm was composed'.

©Abdul Nuhu