Watch it!
Fragile beyond compare,
With a concrete delicacy,
Which quickly eludes us,
Hanging from a strand,
As strong as the threads on a spider's web,
Watch it,
Live life to the full,
Don't be a fool,
The next second does not belong to you.
© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Courage and Passion.
Courage and Passion.
I make an entreating call to courage,
Make haste and supplant this rising rage,
Come on dear,
We must not run as fast as the deer,
Summon every courage you can find by grace,
Choking fear without leaving a single trace,
Fear of making the right choice,
Fear which robs the right voice,
Fear which fuels a rabid love for job,
Fear which leaves you with a secret sob,
Fear that commitment would rob career,
Even though pain from lack of commitment is very severe,
Give your passion wings,
Let the love bell ring,
Give your reason the reins,
Let the queen of love reign,
Together let's let courage,
Take us through every stage,
Let us not fear the future,
Let us mold the future,
It might be rough,
It might be tough,
But we only reach it when we try,
Daring still even when we cry,
That is how we cover ground,
Learning as we go around,
Mocking threatening torment,
Relishing the moment,
Shaking off fear's fetter,
Becoming very better,
Becoming pace setters,
Propelled by all our falters.
© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary
I make an entreating call to courage,
Make haste and supplant this rising rage,
Come on dear,
We must not run as fast as the deer,
Summon every courage you can find by grace,
Choking fear without leaving a single trace,
Fear of making the right choice,
Fear which robs the right voice,
Fear which fuels a rabid love for job,
Fear which leaves you with a secret sob,
Fear that commitment would rob career,
Even though pain from lack of commitment is very severe,
Give your passion wings,
Let the love bell ring,
Give your reason the reins,
Let the queen of love reign,
Together let's let courage,
Take us through every stage,
Let us not fear the future,
Let us mold the future,
It might be rough,
It might be tough,
But we only reach it when we try,
Daring still even when we cry,
That is how we cover ground,
Learning as we go around,
Mocking threatening torment,
Relishing the moment,
Shaking off fear's fetter,
Becoming very better,
Becoming pace setters,
Propelled by all our falters.
© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Perspective
Perspective
Coming in from warm summer days,
Today would not make me very gay,
I would have met today with a sorry whine,
But I want to meet today with a celebratory glass of wine,
Because I am coming in from the bitter cold winter nights,
This weather feels so very right,
It is like a taste of heaven,
The lesson from life to me is,
Depending on where you come from,
Your current circumstance can be your haven,
It is all about perspective.
© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary
Coming in from warm summer days,
Today would not make me very gay,
I would have met today with a sorry whine,
But I want to meet today with a celebratory glass of wine,
Because I am coming in from the bitter cold winter nights,
This weather feels so very right,
It is like a taste of heaven,
The lesson from life to me is,
Depending on where you come from,
Your current circumstance can be your haven,
It is all about perspective.
© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary
Thursday, February 10, 2011
A better place!
hello everybody,
My heart is heavy this morning. A dear dear friend and brother just lost his daddy yesterday. Over the last couple of months, one friend or the other, one brother or sister has watched death descend, most times without warning, like a starving eagle and snatch with mind blowing precision one loved one or another, flying away with prey secured in its sinewy grip, across the chasm to eternity, to the great vast beyond. We lose on this side, eternity gains... and in a weird way death is a cruel teacher, reminding us with the rod of stinging loss, about the brevity of our days, the frailty of our lives, the wretchedness of our estate, the powerlessness of our being before that final breath at our nostrils; it reminds us above all that we must cherish one another NOW for the next second does not belong to us. Let us seize now and love one another - we do not have the luxury of waiting for the next moment, for we have no guarantee of it. Even as their departure strikes a painful melancholic chord, I can imagine these loved ones saying... I hope this encourages somebody. Jesus makes all the difference in a time like this.
A better place.
I lay down in the coffin,
My body lifeless like a muffin,
Slowly dragged in a hearse,
Pulled by a tender gentle horse,
Right around the bend,
To my earthly end,
To unite again with dust,
Every man and woman's inevitable must,
Though my mourners think it is a lifeless me they see,
I was long gone from that body to where the Savior I see,
Together with angels and loved ones before HIM we sing,
A place where even wasps and bees don't sting,
Take away the frown and wipe the tear on your face,
I am in a better place.
© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary
My heart is heavy this morning. A dear dear friend and brother just lost his daddy yesterday. Over the last couple of months, one friend or the other, one brother or sister has watched death descend, most times without warning, like a starving eagle and snatch with mind blowing precision one loved one or another, flying away with prey secured in its sinewy grip, across the chasm to eternity, to the great vast beyond. We lose on this side, eternity gains... and in a weird way death is a cruel teacher, reminding us with the rod of stinging loss, about the brevity of our days, the frailty of our lives, the wretchedness of our estate, the powerlessness of our being before that final breath at our nostrils; it reminds us above all that we must cherish one another NOW for the next second does not belong to us. Let us seize now and love one another - we do not have the luxury of waiting for the next moment, for we have no guarantee of it. Even as their departure strikes a painful melancholic chord, I can imagine these loved ones saying... I hope this encourages somebody. Jesus makes all the difference in a time like this.
A better place.
I lay down in the coffin,
My body lifeless like a muffin,
Slowly dragged in a hearse,
Pulled by a tender gentle horse,
Right around the bend,
To my earthly end,
To unite again with dust,
Every man and woman's inevitable must,
Though my mourners think it is a lifeless me they see,
I was long gone from that body to where the Savior I see,
Together with angels and loved ones before HIM we sing,
A place where even wasps and bees don't sting,
Take away the frown and wipe the tear on your face,
I am in a better place.
© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary
Friday, February 4, 2011
Something more beautiful.
Something more beautiful.
There is something more beautiful,
More beautiful than curves and contours,
Than valleys and mountains of body geography,
It is decency and modesty,
And integrity and honesty,
Truth and loyalty,
Rooted in an almighty God,
There is a reason why,
Even Marilyn Monroe,
Physically attractive beyond compare,
Went out with presidents,
Successful career,
Yet hooked her life to drugs,
A life she would later take away herself,
There is something beautiful,
Something more beautiful in deed!
© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary
*I added the last couple of lines to the original poem I wrote at the bequest of a dear brother and friend who thought it makes the poem read better and I agreed - his name is Nkwain, thanks bro :) :).
There is something more beautiful,
More beautiful than curves and contours,
Than valleys and mountains of body geography,
It is decency and modesty,
And integrity and honesty,
Truth and loyalty,
Rooted in an almighty God,
There is a reason why,
Even Marilyn Monroe,
Physically attractive beyond compare,
Went out with presidents,
Successful career,
Yet hooked her life to drugs,
A life she would later take away herself,
There is something beautiful,
Something more beautiful in deed!
© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary
*I added the last couple of lines to the original poem I wrote at the bequest of a dear brother and friend who thought it makes the poem read better and I agreed - his name is Nkwain, thanks bro :) :).
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