Nature's tantrum fit.

Nature's tantrum fit.

Can you see nature?
Can you see it continually throwing tantrum fits?
Can you see how nature quakes,
And shakes the earth in violent indignation?
Can you see the cyclones and tornadoes and tsunamis,
Run across the earth at break neck speed,
Ripping and leaving a massive destruction in its wake?
Can you see, Can you see, Can you see?
Vast skies shower the earth in copious diarrhea,
Flood the lands and drown the tallest man,
Yet a famine rocks parts and pockets of the same earth,
As parched and thirsty grounds die to quench their thirst,
Dormant volcanoes erupt in apparent protest,
Spewing and puking enough to paralyze the skies,
Unpleasant surprises cook up in the bowels of the earth,
Question for you nature!
What do you protest?
What is it which angers you so?
Are you just a pawn in God's divine hands,
Fulfilling the inescapable Biblical prophecies?
Are these birth pangs for something greater yet to come?
Where have we gone so wrong?
Humanity is helpless and hapless,
In the enormity of your strength.

© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary

I marvel.

I Marvel.

Winter's barely gone away,
I marvel this morning as I watch blades of grass,
Still wet from the bath of morning dew,
Shining in the morning sun,
Oh they bore the brunt of winter days,
More than man will ever know,
Carrying feets of snow,
Yet,
They refuse to cling to that painful past,
And grow at the slightest chance...
I want to be like those blades of grass...
Help me God :-)

© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary

Trigger of vengeance

Vengeance is a cold meal,
Never been known to seal a deal,
When you pull this gun's trigger,
You make every problem bigger,
Vengeance lacks ability to troubleshoot,
It has great potential to kill every thing's shoot,
It is an act of imprisonment,
The birth process of a disillusionment,
That it can make you satisfied,
When all it does is make you dissatisfied,
Forgiveness is the antidote,
And one of freedom's many notes.

© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary

True peace!

True peace!


True peace is not the absence of storms,
It only exists in contrast with the truest raging storm,
It is the still,
It is the quiet,
It is the sang froid,
The assurance that somehow the next moment redeems itself,
That the almighty is in total control,
In the eye of the angry storm...

© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary

Wasted hours

Wasted hours !

All the time I cry,
When I should try,
All the words I say,
When I should pray,
All the time I am embarrassingly ridiculous,
When I should be meticulous,
All the time I spend misjudging,
When I'll be better off not judging,
All the time I spend unbelieving,
When I will be better off believing,
All the time spent courting foes,
When we should be close,
All the time I criticize to demonize,
When I should empathize,
All the hours spent hating,
When we should be loving,
Wasted hours.

© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary

Fall of a great man!

Fall of a great man!

Many a great man have met their fall,
Not at the barrel of the gun,
Neither by the edge of a sword,
Nor by a friend's tongue of betrayal,
But by the flames of lustful passion,
Stoked by rabid fleshy desire,
For the fire of sinful pleasure,
That listening ear to the skin’s pleasure plea,
That second look,
The one too many glance,
At the wrong place,
Those secret meetings,
Under the guise of too much work,
It is on that wave of satisfaction,
In an illegitimate passionate frenzy,
That many a great man have ridden to their fall,
The cremation of life bodies,
By the nibbling flames of lustful desire,
So Beware!!!

© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary

Don't clench the fist...

Don't clench the fist!

Don't clench the fist,
It is not a physical war,
It is mental,
It is spiritual,
Don't clench the fist,
You wouldn't be able to hold a hand,
Open the hand,
So that a blessing might be received,
When received stop clinging to the things,
Let them pass through you,
Let the blessing flow,
Be blessed but bless another too,
Otherwise clinging to things,
You wouldn't be able to shake a hand,
You wouldn't be able to give a hug,
You wouldn't be able to receive one,
You wouldn't be able to carry your baby,
Don't clench a fist,
But if you must,
Make it mental,
Make it spiritual,
Let your target not be man,
Make it evil and every negative ism.

© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary