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

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

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

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

Too late!

Too late!

Procrastination is in fact the thief of time,
Oh what agony rages in my mind,
One phone call too late,
A call that never was which knew too many dates,
One moment too late,
Now I'll never be able to tell you I love you mate,
I could have told you the last time,
I would have shown you the last time,
But cowardice got the better of me,
Fear became a fetter,
Convinced me I'll be able to next time,
But next time never came,

Oh the flame of agony burning in my soul,
I postponed the visit to your sick bed,
All the things I wanted to tell you,
Like how much you meant to me,
All the pleasant places I wanted to take you,
All the hurt I wanted to spare you,
All the things I wanted to share with you,
The silent agony of longing,
For one more smile,
One more hug,
One more touch,
Too late now, too late,
How can I make up for the missed opportunities,
Will you ever understand?

I may not be able to make the past right now,
But in your honor,
For my own good,
I am at war against procrastination,
It may take many battles to finally win,
I may not win in an instant,
But I vow today to try,
I promise to fight,
So the good I can do now I will do,
The call I can make now I will make,
The places I can go now I will go,
The 'I love you' I can say now I will say,

I am at war against keeping for tomorrow,
What I can do today,
Rest in peace my dear,
Rest in peace.

© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary