SOUL, BUT ALSO BODY
The saints obtained the grace that made
their souls so filled with holy faith
to live a life quite full of rest
and shining moons to fill their nights.

They were so cheerful as they lived
some bliss that they would find above.
They got sure that life would not end
and they would move from joy to grace.

That made them glad, but had a price.
that would depend on their steel force.
Could they accept to die so soon
on hurting cross or in hot oil?

That would depend on earthly strength.
Did they have what the Lord had owned.
He held His cross, but could they hold
a painful death in boiling oil?

That would count on what they could bear
with their flesh muscles and their will.
If they'd been weak, they would have failed
as faith would fail for lack of might.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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DON'T SEEK JUST MY GLORY!
The door is knocked. Who can He be?
Can you imagine He's the Lord?
If you expect the Lord  Himself,
you'll be surprised and really shocked.

A lot of times you've heard Him say,
"I am the poor, l am the weak.
I am whose pain is kept inside,
but my crushed heart is shedding tears.

"Don't you remember when l walked
along the way where they transfixed
My bleeding body on the cross?
I was like who knocks at your door.

"I stand with him from all My heights
as in his need l live with him.
That who does not feel Our wounds,
I won't call on him in My cheers."
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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YOU'RE MY HOPE AND LOVE.
A light has shone inside my heart.
I've loved it much and knelt to it
as it has given me a sight
I love to see that it exists.

It makes me think about the source
and feel so glad it's from the Lord.
His worth is high in my poor core
as He's become my only hope.

I've found Jesus in daily life
in those who suffer and keep quiet.
Despite all that they show their smile
lest those they love will be disturbed.

He's changed the earth's old attire
and dressed it with what is divine.
He's made His heaven start from here
to make us soothed with endless bliss.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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YOUR WORD CAN BE MY GUIDE.
I am not writing just to gain.
the honour that l have the brain
that can indite some rhythmic lines
that you will like and praise my name.

I know you have the head that thinks.
You go along the way l pass.
It's full of hardships and complaints.
Just look at your most recent lines.

I like to join your aims with mine
and read a word from your smart mind.
You are supposed to have some thoughts.
I will be pleased if lots are wise.

I don't compete with you to chant
what can produce a better lay.
I look at what you write to find
what makes me have a content heart.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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DOES GOD SEND TO ETERNAL FIRE?
That who loves will get so feeble
though he is a mighty giant.
Those he loves might be mere weaklings.
They're for him the strongest power.

Mothers never hurt their babies
even if they cause them torments.
They endure their treatment gladly,
and they can't disturb their rapture.

Christ, Who is sublime perfection,
came to sacrifice His passion
to confer on little enfants
greatest joy to heal their torture.

He endured their spite and hatred
and did not request reprisal.
He just asked for full forgiveness
as they did not know their purpose.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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HELP TO BE HELPED!
People are opposed to people.
Don't they perceive their own failure?
All of them are poorest creatures.
Each can see how much he suffers.

They advance from snags to harder
frightened by their horried voyage
weeping and expecting others
are successful, but are liars.

Help your brother; he's in trouble,
but you feel just what you go through.
Sympathize, and give him rescue.
All of us have just one Father.

Don't await his loss with laughter
or create a snare to trap him.
It's enough the hardship he has.
Stand with him, your Lord will help you.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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PEOPLE OF LITTLE CARE
The truth of life asks man to strain
to grasp its words which are too blurred.
Though man is prompt to waste his time,
he gives it just a little while.

Where are the clouds that passed the sky
in previous years and left no marks?
Did they deserve to photograph
and keep their shapes in weeping eyes?

Are people passing just like them
at times they're tinted by the sun,
but often left to get too dark
and make the earth's noon like night?

Does not the truth of life deserve
to be more cared for by  the clouds
to find in it a better way
and make dry land have wetter days?
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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