DON'T MEET YOUR HERO

 I remember vividly,  how she'd  dress so nicely every Sunday morning 

And when I asked why, she'd say she's dressing  for Abba

She was among those beautiful choristers whose song got Abba from HIS throne 

Her usual was " Lord I give you my heart, I live for you alone" that song, was her best

I admired her every single day and wondered how God would create a being this  perfect

I'd go to my quiet place and wish and ponder on me as her, that's how bad it was

Everyday constantly wanting to be like her, craving for the exact gift she had

It was something I never stopped improving on, consciously  working on me until  i had reached perfection 

I would say I lost myself along the way, but to me, it was more than worth it

And then  finally, I had the  satisfaction  that I had attained that height 

Not until something happened, on a bright beautiful Sunday morning

She got up to the alter as usual, to take every one into a different realm especially  the preacher 

But something else happened,  she slumbed, what why, I asked myself, i was scared and shocked  at the same time 

She was rushed at, and taken to the clinic, test ran on her, diagnoses took place, and results out

She is pregnant, mumbling lips all over spreading  the news

But how, no idea you can get pregnant  without the appropriate 

Shes is not a Mary, I guessed,  you can never be, then what, I thought 

All these while when I envisioned her as a perfect being with no flaws, there was much going on

Much she never had the courage to share because of her reputation 

I cried profusely ,to the point of taking my life

She was a hero;my hero, I placed her so high and now all was going down the drain.

Quite often,  we place humans in high regards. To a point we see them as one who's meant to have no flaws.  And when we do discover they have a flaw, we paint them. 

Those are human and inevitable of mistakes. 

Your only Hero should be God.