"To err is human"
To be imperfect like life itself
To be dependent on one's environment
The endless thirst to improve one's lot
To be in pain at one point
To relax sometimes
To be Unstable like the waves
Never constant at anything
To be human
Is to want
To crave attention
And love perhaps
To think you are imperfect
To be good (kind, peaceful, holy)
To be evil ( Sin)
When a spirit becomes flesh it becomes a subject to human nature
Knows pain and sorrow
And joy sometimes
Sees the lingering darkness
And the pursuit of happiness
To be The Christ is to know the Truth
To be lost to self
To be completely free
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 7:12 AM UTC
The eight lines left on the now desolate Aramaic weaving table meant a whole night had gone. The silence was also deafening across the night sky. So I muzzled up every ounce and left the chamber somewhat relieved.
At the Square there was a booming crowd of Corinthians, and traveling Bermudians and Jews alike. One whispered "Death", another said "innocence". You could only whisper for there was a wide hunt for his followers. To see for myself I surfed through the crowd for a better view of the podium. On a fishing boat I found hope and a chance to see the chaos that were rumored in town.
"Dear Sir, do you see anything??" Inquired someone.
"I think so"
I picked the young chap off the muddy ground and together we shared the moment.
"I know that man" said he.
"Which of them?"
"The Carpenter"
" The what? First or second?"
"You don't know him" he said looking amazed. For the first time I noticed his blue eyes. They were so clear that you would think they are diamonds. There was something divine about the child.
" The one at the center. He is innocent. He would have lived if he had abandoned his preaching."
" How did you know that??" I asked, somewhat embarrassingly. How can a child know so much?
"I have followed him all my life. Now you too can" he said. Then he begged to leave and disappeared into the crowd.
I have been too occupied to socialize. Perhaps I would have seen him face to face or heard about his campaign and trials. I have been in my comfort place. Maybe I would have touched him too like one old lady Mr. Mathew talked about at the bar. Oh dear, it was even The Christ that she touched
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 7:10 AM UTC
One long night is gone
there is no sign of you
nor the loud street noise
Just the light of the moon
Folks said silence is gold
so I keep my fly with me
and do as I was often told
but you still remain all I see
when I close my teary eyes
beneath this silent night sky
the blue stream is holding out
for as long as you are away
sometimes the birds sing loud
they chose the best note to play
I live with this firm rare new hope
that some day you will come home
Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 7:22 AM UTC
The old river still flows on
into the valleys now too deep
overwhelmed by the rising Sun
from above the deep green Sea
splitting our world to new twos
The new star is nowhere in sight
the others buried in sand dunes
each placed in old blue narrow lines
all looking keenly at the old flames
every one has to die what a shame
as for earth she will always go on
bringing to life a new different world
for the ancient hand still makes anew
every cell in all things that once grew
Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 12:52 PM UTC
Love is naturally overtime
It goes deep as it unfolds
with endless silver lines
and is sometimes dead cold
In my old own fiery Sun
i have seen love endure
the toughest of situations
lines of dark comprehensions
have seen you grow
a house to a sweet home
peace in sweet plenty
and a heart hardly empty
Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 2:17 PM UTC
If ever its up to me to say
or chose what track to play
You already know its you
apart from the time we knew
that above all things we can
just try the best we still have
nothing else matters but us
so its okay to say you love
the feelings that you once felt
we know even a rock can melt
So Renee this is me hoping again
that you consider the bright lanes
and those words I sent to you
I can hardly see a faith this true
Sep 7, 2016
Sep 7, 2016 at 6:24 AM UTC
twelve strikes calls the river
to run on the peach silk beds
to pool on white cotton covers
one strike calls the gut-punching
the anger and the screaming
to burn the sins of the day before
two strikes calls the dark haze
slowly beckoned
by the tiring tirade against my soul
three cents to bet
that i might wake up the next day
Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 12:08 PM UTC
Your soul is simply black as dark
If the world to you is white and black
there in your sad evil roaming eyes
when all you see is just you and I
Where were you when we changed
every dark sky to something blue
nothing you knew is the same
the rivers are crystal clear and new
the hills are now sweetly evergreen
Lord have mercy, you miss so many
Loose yourself now and live so free
Learn to love and live in love daily
Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 11:43 AM UTC
Thoughts never made it to my hands
Should have never taken the chance
Now I'm on a one way road
Can't stop to shed the load
And looking back, it all seems to shrink
Yet I'm stuck, somewhere in between..
Almost is my favourite place to be
Between a rock and a warm place
Won't let them all know me
It's called defensible space
Except for one, if only he could hold me..
But distance isn't measured
in meters with you
And time, well seconds and hours never suited you
your name's a spell I utter quite often
One more day, keep my doors open..
Have you ever looked at a person
And known that's who you'd love
And never hold back?
When I saw you I knew
Time was a useless construct...
And right now,
Almost is my favourite place to be..
Aug 30, 2016
Aug 30, 2016 at 6:22 AM UTC
Knowing she felt the same was more than enough. She was right there by my side as firm as a tree in the wind as we both fed our starving eyes with the wonders of God. There were moments when the wind blew so close and he was madly cold and constantly came with healing in its wings. In such moments I turned my gaze to her. Did she feel it too?
"Uncle, are you afraid?", asked Favor
"Yes I am" I said as gently as I could.
"Will the wind carry us?"
"Never!" I said to her but this time holding her feeble hand which by then was already in mine.
"Honey the wind is never forever. It will only come when nature needs it to. Its uncertain as the future. Nobody can say where next it will blow. But let's hope it blows cold when life gets hot"
Aug 30, 2016
Aug 30, 2016 at 6:20 AM UTC