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
Thursday, February 17, 2011
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 :) :).
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
The agony of what ifs...
The agony of what ifs...
As I watched you walk down the the aisle,
In the country of that beautiful isle,
In a dress immaculate and white,
On the wings of love very light,
As the pastor began to comment,
What ifs began to torment,
What if we had worked out,
I would be spared this emotional work out,
What if you had said yes,
I would be spared this psychological mess,
What if I had pressed a little harder,
I would not have been your relationship warder,
What if...
What if...
What if...
You would be walking down this aisle to me,
I'll ask your husband,
How he got what I couldn't,
How he dared what I wouldn't,
Even though our relationship I will very much miss,
I wish you every marital bliss.
© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary
As I watched you walk down the the aisle,
In the country of that beautiful isle,
In a dress immaculate and white,
On the wings of love very light,
As the pastor began to comment,
What ifs began to torment,
What if we had worked out,
I would be spared this emotional work out,
What if you had said yes,
I would be spared this psychological mess,
What if I had pressed a little harder,
I would not have been your relationship warder,
What if...
What if...
What if...
You would be walking down this aisle to me,
I'll ask your husband,
How he got what I couldn't,
How he dared what I wouldn't,
Even though our relationship I will very much miss,
I wish you every marital bliss.
© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Tsunamis of love.
Tsunamis of love.
Love doesn't first ask why,
Unless why helps to answer the question,
How do I best meet the need,
Love finds the need,
And meets it,
Are you hungry?
If yes, love gives you some bread,
Is there cloth on your back,
If no, then your back shall be covered,
Are you thirsty,
If yes, love gives you a drink,
Have you been hugged and touched today,
If no, then love gives you some to last a while,
Love first meets a need,
A need for a prayer,
A need for warmth,
A need for a genuine smile,
A need for a friend and companionship,
A need for understanding,
A need for empathy,
A need for genuine compassion,
A need for joy,
A need for shelter,
Love never condemns,
Love never judges,
Love doesn't first ask why,
Except it informs the best way to meet the need,
The whys are secondary,
They will come later,
Why you are homeless,
Why you are hungry,
Why you are jobless,
Why you are a robber,
Why you are a delinquent,
Why you are a rapist,
Why you are corrupt,
Why you are a terrorist,
Why you are cold,
Why, why , why ...
Love asks and finds where the need is,
Then it meets it,
And this love,
Is stronger than a thousand tsunamis,
Love's creed is to meet the need,
How best?, is the primary question,
Every other thing is secondary,
And this tsumanis like all tsunamis,
Doesn't care about black or white, or pink or brown,
Doesn't care about rich or poor,
No matter who you are,
It will will blow you away just the same,
We all need it,
The worst of the worst crisis in the world,
Is a dearth of love,
A force so strong,
The best words diminish it,
So if everyone just looked around,
Found a need and met it,
It mustn't be anything big,
Even the smallest act of love is big,
It can save a suicidal life,
Something as big as,
Saying I love you,
And showing that you care,
By just being there,
If we all looked beyond ourselves,
And showed a little love,
What a world we would have,
Stop the finger pointing and the blaming,
Just love.
© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary
Love doesn't first ask why,
Unless why helps to answer the question,
How do I best meet the need,
Love finds the need,
And meets it,
Are you hungry?
If yes, love gives you some bread,
Is there cloth on your back,
If no, then your back shall be covered,
Are you thirsty,
If yes, love gives you a drink,
Have you been hugged and touched today,
If no, then love gives you some to last a while,
Love first meets a need,
A need for a prayer,
A need for warmth,
A need for a genuine smile,
A need for a friend and companionship,
A need for understanding,
A need for empathy,
A need for genuine compassion,
A need for joy,
A need for shelter,
Love never condemns,
Love never judges,
Love doesn't first ask why,
Except it informs the best way to meet the need,
The whys are secondary,
They will come later,
Why you are homeless,
Why you are hungry,
Why you are jobless,
Why you are a robber,
Why you are a delinquent,
Why you are a rapist,
Why you are corrupt,
Why you are a terrorist,
Why you are cold,
Why, why , why ...
Love asks and finds where the need is,
Then it meets it,
And this love,
Is stronger than a thousand tsunamis,
Love's creed is to meet the need,
How best?, is the primary question,
Every other thing is secondary,
And this tsumanis like all tsunamis,
Doesn't care about black or white, or pink or brown,
Doesn't care about rich or poor,
No matter who you are,
It will will blow you away just the same,
We all need it,
The worst of the worst crisis in the world,
Is a dearth of love,
A force so strong,
The best words diminish it,
So if everyone just looked around,
Found a need and met it,
It mustn't be anything big,
Even the smallest act of love is big,
It can save a suicidal life,
Something as big as,
Saying I love you,
And showing that you care,
By just being there,
If we all looked beyond ourselves,
And showed a little love,
What a world we would have,
Stop the finger pointing and the blaming,
Just love.
© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
No Mayflower.
No Mayflower.
We didn't came on mayflower,
We were greeted with no flowers,
Only approaching plantations,
In my mind terrible dislocating calculations,
Shackles every where,
On my mind and my body during this trip with no fare,
Clothed in the branded inferior 'second class'
Looking up to the master's superior 'first class',
No different from the oxen in the field,
Except for differences in physical build,
Yet in the cool of may,
During one of the sweltering days,
The superior master left the matrimonial bed,
Through the path only the inferior tread,
Dragging our sisters, our daughters and wives,
Oh the pain of knowing could wring to death a thousand male lives,
On the hay,
Under night time's mask,
And in the wee hours of the day,
Giving our females a sexual task,
Nine months later,
Comes proof of the folly of the matter,
Half white and half black?
It is just the color of the skin,
Claim to first class doesn't make it so,
We all have the same passions,
The same needs,
We all want to be happy,
Taking mine doesn't make yours more.
© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary
We didn't came on mayflower,
We were greeted with no flowers,
Only approaching plantations,
In my mind terrible dislocating calculations,
Shackles every where,
On my mind and my body during this trip with no fare,
Clothed in the branded inferior 'second class'
Looking up to the master's superior 'first class',
No different from the oxen in the field,
Except for differences in physical build,
Yet in the cool of may,
During one of the sweltering days,
The superior master left the matrimonial bed,
Through the path only the inferior tread,
Dragging our sisters, our daughters and wives,
Oh the pain of knowing could wring to death a thousand male lives,
On the hay,
Under night time's mask,
And in the wee hours of the day,
Giving our females a sexual task,
Nine months later,
Comes proof of the folly of the matter,
Half white and half black?
It is just the color of the skin,
Claim to first class doesn't make it so,
We all have the same passions,
The same needs,
We all want to be happy,
Taking mine doesn't make yours more.
© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary
Monday, January 17, 2011
Reflections on Martin Luther King Jr., the Christian beyond the pulpit!
http://holyebony.blogspot.com/2011/01/martin-luther-king-jr-christian-beyond.html#more
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