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It has no quantifiable price...

It is not some tangible good which can be bought...

It is not an end...

It is how much you can allow God gift the world through you,

It is excelling in the little things of daily life,

Like carving a genuine smile on your face,

One which gives others permission to do the same,

It is the warmth in a simple handshake,

Warm enough to turn another's winter to summer,

The loving kiss on the cheek,

It is the listening ear,

It is the lending hand,

The lips which bless,

It is the joke,

It is remembering to sing 'happy birthday',

Say hello from the depths of your heart,

Checking on a stressed out fellow (wo)man,

Sharing the joys and the pain,

The loss and the gain,

It is the validation of our common humanity,

In our words and actions,

In our frailty and our strength,

It is prayerfully being the best you can possibly be,

Better every time,

So that when all is said and done,

What gets into the grave is fully spent for the Glory of God...

Fully spent, Fully spent!

                                             Brussels © March 2015 afesehngwaHilary

Soar like an Eagle!

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Drop the bottles and pick up the spade,

Stay away from the drug trade,

Drop the gun,

Back to school with a run,

Use those wings and fly,

The skies anxiously beckon with a sigh,

Waste not your potential,

Make your growth exponential,

You are the hope of the future,

Shapers of the current culture,

Make it what you want,

Let nobody tell you you can't,

It wouldn't be easy,

If you don't want to be cheesy,

You have to weather the storm,

It only helps to keep you in form,

Take your time to grow,

Prepare the ground before you sow,

That is if you care about the quality of harvest,

Path might be through a mountain tall like Evarest,

But you can beat the climb,

Use the rocks to climb,

Enjoy the journey,

If you want the honey,

You have to brave the bees,

If you want fruits you need to plant the trees,

Out of the door,

Off the floor,

Tap from your core,

Soar, soar, soar,

Like an Eagle.

                                         Brussels © March 2015 afesehngwaHilary

Imperfect mirror!

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I stand before the looking glass,

An imperfect mirror,

Mirroring nothing of who I really am,

I see nothing but the guise of skin,

Doctored with human hands,

Frantically and frenetically,

Fixing perceived physical imperfections,

To suit a societal mores,

That tells me nothing about me,

Shows me nothing about the real me,
Who am I?

Then I stand before the mirror of the WORD of God,

O my ghosh!

I can barely look,

Confronted with a reality of me I never met,

I never knew me,

I have really never met me,

The real me,

The condition of my heart,

The wretchedness of my life,

The fractures and dislocations of my mind,

The filth and the stench,

Self righteousness now cowers before the truth,

A once delusive mighty me dwarfed before the King of Kings,

Now that I know me,

And my sick estate,

I let the master Physician,

Doctor me as He wills,

I let Him undo me,

I let Him break me,

I let Him melt me,

Re-mold me,

Equip me,

Fill me,

...And use me as He wills,

Oh it hurts but I can't stand the demons in me,

I want a better me,

Now that I know me,

Boasting is fatally poisoned by truth,

I know and I know and I know,

That I am nothing without Him.

Brussels © March 2015 afesehngwaHilary

A soldier's sacrifice!

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When duty's call is war's call,
Through me and other soldiers,
The nation must stand tall,
I look into my three year old's quizzical eyes,
Fumbling in my thoughts,
Stammering in my words,
Vainly trying to make her understand,
What daddy is about to do,
The risky escapade I am about to embark on,
Then I look into my wife's anxious eyes,
She understands but cannot accept,
As I hug them both trying to be strong,
As their sobs reach my ears,
And their tears wet my uniform,
I melt like butter before an approaching flame,
Emotional meltdown,
Then I seize myself in denial,
Rushing to the plane,
Many questions on my mind,
Who sent me to be a soldier?
I was not drafted,
This is a choice I made,
What motivated me?
Was it the money and the glory?
Was it mere love for the uniform?
Is it sheer love for my country?
As I continued to embrace my thoughts,
Even as I said my byes,
Praying I would return before I die,
It dawned on me the real reason I am a soldier,
It is for my daughter and my wife,
My family and my friends,
My loved ones,
My beloved country,
I know especially when that national anthem plays,
My country seizes and owns me,
Maybe these are the lies I tell myself,
Hoping all these noble reasons will ease the pain,

As I told my wife we'll see when I'am back,
I knew there's a real chance I'll be shot dead before I do,
I leave behind family, friends and the comfort of home,
Marching forward to the front lines of fire,
All the while bringing with me,
My life and my strength and courage,
Imploring the almighty to be my guard and guide,
As I face the whizzing of bullets,
The whistling of brutal winds,
The glow of enemy fire,
The deafening din of fatal volleys from the other camp,
The panic and constant threat of death,
Staring me in the face with every passing moment,
The thought of my little girl growing up without me makes it worse,
The weight of ammunition and armor on my body,
The trenchant shellacking from a merciless winter,
Fighting a war at many fronts,
Physically, emotionally, spiritually,
Occasional temptation from beautiful civilians in the zone,
The grueling pain of watching a comrade fall in combat,
The scars of trauma from just being there,
Causing the enemy's fall and watching comrades fall,
The sheer dilemma of saving life by taking away life,
The battles of moral justification between philosophies of war,
The mental battles are the most grueling,
As people die like flies,
Others disabled and maimed for life,
Oh the scars of living through this,
Accrued unpaid debt of sleep,
Going through every moment hoping the next will come,
And if is it doesn't,
Ah that killing thought,
That thought which kills me every moment,
Many times before death ever comes,
But if the next moment never comes,
I pray that it would have been a worthy expenditure of a life,
That God almighty will have me in his bosom,
And watch over my comrades and loved ones,
This is part of the soldiers sacrifice.

Brussels © March 2015 afesehngwaHilary

You are Priceless!

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I have been told,
That I have to be very bold,
Especially when life scolds,
Never recoil in a fetal fold,
Life demands courage manifold,
Fear can be like toxic mold,
Market yourself and you will be sold,
Shake off that pessimistic cold,
You can sell like gold,
But you must always hold,
This truth in your heart,
There is no price tag on you,
You are priceless.

Brussels © March 2015 afesehngwaHilary

If you want a King.

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If you want a king,
You better be a queen,
And a queen who is keen,
On having a perfect king,
Better be a perfect queen,
Some kings come in a manger,
So look beyond the clothes,
For some kings actually made of gold,
May not come clad in cold gold,
Look beneath the veil of skin,
The real king is in his heart,
The same could be said,
Of a man who wants a queen,
And is keen on having a perfect queen.

Brussels © March 2015 afesehngwaHilary

Abysmal ignorance!

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My ignorance is abysmal,
Learning magnifies and makes it worse,
Education paints a vague picture of its depths,
Knowledge broadens the scope of its breadth,
And the more I know the more I know I don't know,

Knowing satisfies the quest,
Supplanting with greater hunger and thirst,
True knowledge fills a void,
And leaves a bigger one,

Ignorance is a vastness of pitch darkness,
Wisdom is the light,
I pray I will not be the proverbial frog,
That looked up from the well,
And concluded in cocksure certainty,
That the sky is the circumference of the well,

The real mountain top of knowledge elusive, 
Surreal yet real,
One may reach it,
Yet it keeps growing like an active volcano,

Death's the grand portal to its true peak,
That last path... the last climb is through the grave,
The path to knowledge in its fullness,
In the grandeur of the dual experience of life and death.
All of a great unknowns suddenly don meaning like a royal garb.


Brussels © March 2015 afesehngwaHilary