Death of the caterpillar - weird metaphor of Easter!

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Morphosis the caterpillar knew for sure that it was the end,

The inevitable end of life as she had known it,

Shock and denial,

Then death finally and unavoidably came visiting,

Its ugliness morphed into the transcendent glory of better life,

In a spectacle of breath taking sentience,

A thing of ethereal beauty,

Rose from the ashes of the past and the place of death,

Full with the magical feel of velvety silk,

Metamorphosis the butterfly was born,

Caterpillar friends wrote the orbituary of Morphosis,

As she flew away in the magnificence of Metamorphosis,

Into the flower loving pretty butterfly,

So to find Morphosis,

Look for Metamorphosis,

Otherwise you find her not,

Her past is irretrievably gone.

Brussels © April 2015 afesehngwaHilary

Take an African trip!

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Yes Africa is still a continent,
With a flow of woes incontinent,
But that is only part of the story,
Disabuse yourself from the partial story,

Get on a mental flight,
Meet ignorance with a fight,
Take an African trip,
Redeem your ignorant slip,

Africa's not only the wars,
Neither is it only the sores,
Nor a starving child on tv shows,
It is also those who rise when the cock crows,

Looking at uncertainty in the face,
Summoning courage for every race,
Excellently doing countless little things,
Rewriting the song that circumstance sings,

Surviving against unfathomable odds,
With the defiance of mini gods,
To put food on the table,
After taking care of the stable,

Send a child to school,
Give them a survival tool,
Plow a stubborn land,
In a day which is all but bland,

Africa has corrupt and dishonest leaders,
But it also has countless strong honest feeders,
Who by the sweat of their brow feed a nation,
Sparing convulsions from a meager food ration,

Africa's not just about dictatorships,
It is also about numberless correct mentorships,
It is about heroism being an african truism,
Unsung heroes who live a taxing life with matchless realism,

Let the African make the story complete,
As non-Africans tell it incomplete,
Be careful when the hunter is your only story teller,
Be in the audience where the hunted is the teller,

Seek the right avenues,
Commercial and non commercial avenues,
The media - If you don't want what they sell,
You must sell what you tell,
Silence is not an option,
Except when drowning is an embraced co-option.

Brussels © April 2015 afesehngwaHilary

In memories of you I steep!

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My heart did leap a mighty leap,
Leaving a hole of dire longing very deep,
And since then I have been unable to sleep,
Wondering if I did all I could to keep,
If my efforts were not at best very cheap,
If I should have been a little more radical than sheep,
Wondering if instead of a worthwhile chase I did not opt to creep,
Unable to accept that I earned the poor harvest I am forced to reap,
Triggers from your picture on my phone as it vibrated in a second long beep,
I am not sure if you mistakenly called me from your sleep,
In the fondest stinging memories of you I now have to steep,
I weep!

Brussels © April 2015 afesehngwaHilary

I will see you there!

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Beyond the fault lines of our fragility,

growing imperfections,

decorated weaknesses,

and dislocations from rabid fears,

shivers from frigid tears,

and all that threatens the foundations of our love,

Beyond all these is a dream that restores all lost hope,

Beyond all these,

Right over there,

Beyond the distant horizon,

Farther than the eyes can see,

Close enough for the heart to feel,

Beyond all these is a land,

With a house to house this dream,

And all that is needed to make it true,

Weather the storms,

Let the GPS of your heart direct you,

I am leaving now,

I will see you there,

Don't be late!

Brussels © March 2015 afesehngwaHilary

Enema!

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Bile of vile like the river Nile,

Flows words from a sick and bitter heart,

Hallmark of accrued and pent up bitter grief,

Could be brief but usually self-inflicted,

Principal agent of their own self- destruction,

For the primary site of hatred toxemia,

Is in the walls of the heart that harbors it,

By all means give that heart of yours an enema,

Administering doses of forgiveness,

First for the other and then for self,

No easy task I know,

But you may start by praying for the grace to pray for the other,

In the process the purging of hatred is helped,

Hate and love wouldn't cohabit,

So if you want some love in your heart and life,

Serve hatred's eviction notice/order now!

Brussels © March 2015 afesehngwaHilary

Circumstances of our birth!

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I caught myself daring to give God counsel,
As He consulted with Holy council,

Questions about some things I know He has power to change,
Counsel about some things I will love to see Him exchange,

We don't decide what comes with everyday,
We only decide what we do with any day,

By the circumstances of our birth,
We may be born into dearth,

It is independent of our will,
Only the sanction of the Holy will,

This is for the child in the dark,
Who only knows poverty very stark,

This is for the child in the slumps,
Who lives only on the air in his/her lungs,

This is for the child with a brilliant mind,
This is for the child in the hardest grind,

Who may never be able to read the words I write,
Who has been robbed of every human right,

This is for the child in the womb,
On premature eviction to the tomb,

This is for the child in the heat of cross fire,
Yet alien to the Holy fire,

This is for the child on ten toes,
Who has known only many woes,

This is for the male child with the burdens of a man,
The female child with the pressures of a woman,

This is to the child who has never met love,
And knows not what to do in the face of love,

This is for the child of rape,
Clad in a doubtful drape, 

This is for the child without a mother,
The child without a father,

This is for the child with terminal disease,
The child unaccustomed to ease,

This is for the child of violence,
Whose voice has been silence,

This is for the child shut off from opportunity,
The shut door can be an opportunity,

It is for you dear child that I bleed,
It is for you that I weep,
It is for you that in my folly, I question the Holy creed,
It is for you that I wish I was of another breed,

It is for you that I tried to counsel God,
That every child will be born to peace,
That every child will know the warmth of love,
That every child will have a good father and mother,

It is for you that I tried to plead with God,
That every child will be able to read and write,
That every child will be free of disease,
That every child will have a chance to grow,

It is for you dear child that I entreat the mercies of God,
That every child will have the same opportunity,
That every child will have the same obstacles to challenge growth,
That every child will become something,

And God said to me 'child'
Every child is already something,
No child is a mistake,
Every child is special,
There is a plan for every child,
There is a seed in every child,
There is an indomitable spirit in every child,

Those children, they give my love a chance,
They give my compassion a chance,
They give my sacrifice a chance,
They give my grace a chance,

then God went on... 
I need a vessel to reach them,
I need vessels to reach them,
One person at a time, 
We can reach one child at a time,
With enough vessels,
Like a million tiny ripples,
Together we can build a mighty wave,
And set in motion an impregnable tide,
To begin to overturn the assaults on children,
Together we can begin to give them a chance,
I want your partnership, not that I need it,
but you get to know me best on my JOB...
A tough job but fear not, I will be with you always... 

Then I began to shake uncontrollably,
Every cell in my body,
My legs wobbled and lips shivered,
My teeth clattered as I stuttered,
Saying:
"Father I believe, equip me and use me,
According to your will..."

You may be as scared as I am,
Feel as dwarfed as I am before the lofty call,
But you can say yes too...be a vessel... 
Child abuse can be retired from our world…
It will take you and me,
We can bring that day closer!

Brussels © March 2015 afesehngwaHilary

Supplant it with bold action!

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How can we win if we do not fight,

How can we triumph if we run away from every challenge,

How can a breakthrough come when in the face of the impossible,

We redirect our path to the previously done possible,

How can we be original when a taxing and daunting creativity is left to die ,

And all we seek to do is imitate,

How can there be a mountaintop without a valley,

How can there be a high without a low,

How can there be sweet without bitter,

How can there be joyous happiness without sadness,

Bad makes good possible,

Failure makes success possible,

Every negative makes the positive possible,

Fear not,

Fear only makes courage possible,

Don't embrace fear,

Don't dismiss it,

Supplant it with bold action.

                                                 

                                              Brussels © March 2015 afesehngwaHilary