The Joy of One Child

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It was Pain that brought me home. I  have to warn you though, it was not entirely mine. Let me explain, maybe you can join me. Maybe you can join us.

There was a choir aloft above the stars, alight with invisible colours painted with eternal splendor. Their song filled an entire realm with dense excellence as reminded their master of his masterful mastery.

One day he said, ‘Your numbers are great. I will make one who is comparable to me in excellence and projection. And like me, he will create praise for me and rule my expanded domain.’

But a proud Angel said, ‘Why should a younger and corruptible species inherit such vastness? Since this is the nature of you, Master, I will have the choir sing their songs of power at me. Even these your masterpieces will testify of my worth and grace.’

So the choir watched as…

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A War of Words

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My life is a story but telling it after I’m dead doesn’t mean I will or am reincarnated; and like all great stories I start at once, up on a timepiece I start at once, up on a time please I’m just playing with words.

I like words. They are full of power so what you say, they’re powerful. Its elementary. School doesn’t teach us and our late pastors are too busy being alive to die daily and so their words are blunt and their monologues don’t log on to hardened hearts anymore yet, by words we are saved or not. Its elementary.

But we all are guilty of this… Verbal debauchery. In the music we so shamelessly enjoy today, in our movies where we are lost in a world where nothing but the thrill matters; we speak as we wish and quote as we like, memorizing pretences while pretending…

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Determination and Endurance

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Here is a point driven towards from two scriptures, one in Joel and in king David’s last words as recorded in 2 Samuel 23.

The momentum of life (not that life, life as in the energy)

The blossoming of energy, in it’s tenacity

It is not a firework

It is like the morning sun

Or Directing words from a Dad who truly loves His son or daughter.

Who speaks not so as to please men,

But God who tries our hearts

Scripture: 

  • In Joel

What the chewing locust has left, the swarming locust has eaten

What the swarming locust has left, the crawling locust has eaten

What the crawling locust has left, the consuming locust has eaten

  • In Samuel

he who rules over men must be just, Ruling in the fear of God.  And he shall be like the light of the morning when the sun rises, A morning without clouds . . .

Board Moments

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Dear Father,
Tonight, just before I sink back into ‘One Piece’,
I reminisce
For a moment of the days I spent in boarding school. I would have survived, perhaps become someone else.
I love the way you combined each experience…
This much and that little, here and there.

I remember the hall-rooms, the students, my performance at a Social night; as I watch a man read I remember how effortlessly I devoured novels and storybooks. In comparison, he seems to be force-feeding himself, but that’s okay.

I remember the visiting days; joyous and feasty, with plenty of meat (in comparison to today’s fishy business), and there were the seniors, more ferocious than the graduating class of my cousin today.

I remember my friends, and their separate impact on me.

One thing I’ve learned, its that we all change each other, however unnoticeably. One day we all recall one little thing…

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Hundred’s Ache

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I believe in life after death.

In fact, what we call death is just a hibernation…. Sleep. Real death is the destruction of Identity. The Obliteration of a Soul.

GOD said a soul lasts beyond this earth. This revelation is solid.
Its there, like a strong tree, in my heart; dividing every blow of doctrine I’m dealt.

Yet why do I, believing this,
Feel great sorrow and not bliss?
When I glance
Through the memories
Of the moments
Shared with all these,
Like a vivid dream shared by many,
Their faces and names are history.

After a while, its normal that our loved ones are gone. We remember the pain as a disease we were cured from. I guess we believed in life after death – past tense. Tenses changed the moment we became tense.

But Stop!!! Oh pen,
Let us pray and sleep;
Although we reminisce and weep,
We…

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ONE VIEW OF A LIGHTHOUSE

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I’m sitting here because I’m waiting for you
On a square box stool underneath, and everywhere
You’re there, fair, quaint and splendid, I see
Where blinks atop lighthouse swivels to twinkle
Sign of how to reach you
Sign that I’m far off, away and set apart
Its endless, the abyss that cuts us off
Calmness here is cold, so I warm myself with thoughts of you

Fingers file to base just to while away time
The actor, me, divides attention, wavering between faith and doubt
Between you and the passing preoccupation
The comfort of dull sameness, fire growing ever more heated
The uncertainty of rocky voyages on troubled seas, calming unto eternal bliss
My fingers are neat, but the blink still persists

I’m sitting here, thinking about moving
The other side seems fine, but I’m not convinced
I conjure up defensive walls to fend off giving in
My rational sitting box makes me see you’re not there
Its fine, its my only possession
Its fine, but its wobbly and shortened
I’m sitting on the floor, I’m not standing
I don’t want to sit, but I cannot stand

I’m taken away in meditations on you
Swimming, maybe conveyed by revelation
Conscious, still in clear mind, it happens upon me
Is it I who finds out that cul-de-sac is needless?
I’m awake, I’m on the other side
You’ve led me, you’ve given me new eyes