Let it go!

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If you nurse your pain it will grow,
Even that parting pain from that former beau,
Might grow into the monster to claim your life,
More dangerous than an all blade knife,
Wisdom dictates you sow not,
Sow not the seed of your own demise,
A brighter better tomorrow will not come,
For those who stubbornly cling to a painfully troubled past,

It can be just as dangerous clinging to the joyously glorious past,
Clinging to the joys of a good old stale yesterday,
Stubbornly clinging to the past,
Stifles the countless possibilities of now,
Prevents the coming of a better tomorrow,
Release your ears to listen to new music,
Give yourself permission to dance to a new song,
Otherwise that sweeter song will pass you by,
Yesterday gives today and tomorrow only lessons,
Otherwise it only takes,

Soooooooooooo,
Let the pain go,
Let last year go,
Let last month go,
Let last week go,
Let yesterday go,
Let the last hour go,
Let the last minute go,
Let the last second go,

Keep the lessons tied to the memories,
Let the rest go,
Let it go,
Let it go,
Might take a while but start,
If you're like me you probably need help,
I get help from Jesus and from nature and living life.

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Brussels © March 2015 afesehngwaHilary

Marvel - lessons from winter blades of grass!

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Winter was barely gone,
He marveled as he watched the blades of grass,
Still wet from the bath of morning dew,
Joyously shining as its water drops reflected the brilliant morning sun,

Oh they bore the brunt of unforgiving winter days,
More than any man will ever know,
For many months carrying many feet of snow,
Clothed in a shell of unyielding ice,
Yet,
They refused to cling to the brutal sting of that painful past,
And grew at the slightest chance,
The mere sight of distant spring,
Even before it fully came,

He titled that entry in his journal "Marvel",
Later named one of his children the same,
And prays faithfully on a daily basis,

" Let me be like those blades of grass Lord - Help me " .

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Brussels © March 2015 afesehngwaHilary

First step to the vow - first date!

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He manage to pull himself together and struggling with his words he said:


I was very shy,
You were the reason why,
Young unaccomplished bloke,
When I spoke you thought it was a joke,
I finally plucked the courage to ask you out for a date,
I remember how you did make me wait,
Never was there a wait so long,
That each second felt like eternity was just wrong,
Ten years later we are still going strong,
After that first wait,

Ten years to today I still had to wait,
Today that same courage I summoned to ask you out on that first date,
I pluck like I did the beautiful flower in my hand and ask you to be my mate,
My life long mate,
Please don't mind my tears,
I am overwhelmed by gratitude for all the imperfect but enriching years,
Two years travelling but always looking forward to now,

I am unsure how,

But you are here now,

At last I can say a relieving wow,

Come take a bow,

Later on you’ll hear my vow,

But first help me manage this eruption of joy,

Before I degenerate into an explosion of sheer delight.

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Brussels © March 2015 afesehngwaHilary

No time to grow!

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There was no time to grow,
Learned to deal a vengeful blow,
Before I learn how to talk,
Before I could fully learn to walk,
I had to be a man,

Born in the jungle,
Born in to violence,
Death a common sight,
All that mattered was might,
At a very tender age,
Learned to pull a trigger,
Before I could know right from wrong,

Claps of violence,
Peals of gunshots,
Music of my childhood,
Arrrh did I write childhood,
I knew nothing like that,
There was no childhood,
Only an adulthood,
Learned in a school of hardship,
Education was an alien,

I grew up abused,
No father and mother,
Learned to abuse,
Found pleasure in killing,
Killing fellow man,
That became the object of my mission,
I hated because that is all I was taught,

I had to earn a living,
Rape was an important weapon,
My virgin mind had been raped,
I learned rape in every form,
Mind, soul and body,
As a child I had to earn a living,
I had to keep my space,
Violence was my weapon,

Until she forcefully stole me away,
Put me on a different path,
Supplanted my hatred with love,
Ignorance with learning and education,
Freed me from the monstrous jaws of despair,
Gave me the light wings of hope,
Lit a candle in my darkness,
From a messed and stressed up adult,
In the body of a thirteen year old child,
I began a healing process,
I was set on the path to recovery,
By the woman I now call my mother,
My angel in flesh and blood,
This is the story of a child of war,
Caught in a war between adults,
Which inevitably becomes a war on childhood,
A war on the future of the world.

Brussels © March 2015 afesehngwaHilary

Be a better soldier!

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Watch your crowd,
Could be a dark cloud,
Weaken your clout,
Cloud your vision,
Steal your ability to envision,
Keep the sun away,
Shutting out hurray,

Watch the company you keep,
Wrong one makes an adult creep,
Clip your wings,
As failure clings,

Pick your companions right,
Hold to your betters tight,
Crowds in which you are the best,
Are an anti-challenge fest,

Without challenge we can not grow,
Our betters encourage us to sow,
As faith feeds on adversity,
And talent taps from diversity,

Meet those who live your dream,
Read those who have been the cream,
Stand on their shoulder,
And be a better soldier.

Brussels © March 2015 afesehngwaHilary

Because I've known you!

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I'll be remiss,
If I were to miss
To let you know,
As we continue to grow,
That beyond compare,
I am thankful for all your care,
And for all I've learned,
For all I've earned,
The smiles you bring,
To hope you help me cling,

Thankful for everything we've shared,
For everything I've dared,
All because I've known you,
You my boo,
And I owe you an incalculable debt of gratitude,
For giving my dwarfed stature better altitude,
Thank you.

Brussels © February 2015 afesehngwaHilary

When physical beauty fades!

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When the glamour of physical beauty,
Under the weight of nature's ageing duty,
Wilts as surely as the most beautiful flower,
Unwelcome visit from wrinkle's power,
Beneath the walls of beauty's tower,
When trusted youth has cowered,
Youthful vigor and vitality clobbered by passing time,
What shall be left?
What character?
Beyond the chamber of voluptuousness,
What substance is there?

So if you married somebody just for physical beauty,
You'd be a widow(er) once the same has faded,
Even though they're still alive and life quickly becomes jaded,
Wisdom also seeks the beauty within,
Beauty not always so evident to the casual eye,
Beauty so deep seated that time and age cannot reach,
And nourished it grows from bloom and bloom,
Blossoming to an eternal climax,
When dust returns to dust,
And it is liberated into the eternal company of the creator,
From whom all the true never fading flare and beauty come.

Brussels © February 2015 afesehngwaHilary