In all areas of human perambulation
In all spheres of homo sapience sojourn
In all circles of life’s endeavors
The rod has a place.
In career, the rod is needed to ensure
Accuracy is not submerged under the canopy of speed
You need the rod to ensure that sleep is taken
Only after work is completed and not because it is night
In the academia, the rod is needed to arrive at the pinnacle of excellence
To break the ice of incompetence and lack of idea
To stand tall among peers and be distinguished
The spicing ingredient is the rod.
In relationships, the rod is that scepter that strikes a balance,
Character and virtue is not traded on the platform of beauty and vanity
The glory and sacrosanctity of fidelity is not traded for reckless sexual habit
The joy of purity and moral rectitude ranked high above lust and vain passions.
In Christianity, the rod is the sword
Striking and piercing to the point where the joints and bone marrow meets
The point within where the vagaries of life cannot reach without a pass
The rod ensures grace is not trodden under the feet of sin.
The rod is discipline as is seen in the Shepherd’s psalm
The rod ensures long-term values are not traded for short-term bliss
It is the cruelest teacher with the heart of a mother
May I be patient enough to be instructed under your tutorship and carried in the peace
Of your womb; for my birth would be in the realms of glory.
Written when I placed a question-mark on my discipline, losing it to passing joy.