WHAT COULD YOU HAVE DONE?
So great is life when it is seen
in what is felt from past to now.
Where is your placement in this crowd
from distant past to our world?

There were some people who saw Christ.
They believed in Him but kept quiet.
Some followed, some called for the cross.
Where could you have been in this course?

Some saw the marvels which He did
but were afraid to be beside.
Could you have said that He was God
as who said it then he was killed?

The crippled walked, the blind could see,
the dead came back to be alive.
You saw all that, could you defend,
or you believed but in your heart?
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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EXPECTATIONS AND JOY
When we were kids, it was great joy
to fly to mother's maiden house.
It was a flight so far from home.
That journey filled our life with cheer.

We waited for that day to come
and dreamed of things that we would do.
The closer we got to that date,
the more delightful was our dream.

Each man on earth will have a trip
from earth to afterlife above.
What do we feel towards that flight?
Is it a trip full of delight?

What can we say about the time
that will precede the coming day?
Do people who have saintly faith
live the same worry of the rest?
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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HE IS THE ONLY ONE.
A cave so deep and dark with a clear start
has got a spot of light at its far end.
That end presents the dawn of something new
from which the spot of light shows what's obscure.

Deep darkness is the cave on right and left.
It makes the coming spot of light too blurred..
Man yearns for some more light to make it clear
as thoughts alone cannot foretell the view.

What is the use to enter that dark cave
and start this life without assured results?
Can we go through the spot of light and then
come back to life from that deep grave of gloom?

No one who enters it can then return
as there is nothing but an endless fall.
The only Man, Who died and lived again,
is He Who showed His men that life will win.
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THE CHARMING EYE-OPENER
Life is full of what can move
hearts too stagnant like a marsh
waiting for a gale to pass
and uplift an inner wish.

Poetry, we expect you
to rekindle inner light
that has been darkened for long
waiting for what makes it bright.

When we read your lines, we say
great is who indites this verse.
He has shown us hidden ways
to attain the long lost bliss.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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A HOLY DREAM
Sitting near and knitting woollen clothes,
she completely drew my eyes to her.
I was not interested in her work,
but the smoothness of her charming hands.

She could see my eyes were much involved
and was curious why l was concerned.
I was shy to say my heart was charmed
by her smooth, soft hands that made me dream.

Enchanted by their unearthly hue,
I began to feel celestial love.
I just wanted to give them a kiss
and hold them both on my dormant cheeks.

They will take me up to that pure sphere
which we only find in life above.
As l could not say the truth l felt,
I misled her that l liked her skill.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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LOVE FROM ABOVE
The mother cleans her child while he cries loud.
He thinks she is too rough and awfully bad.
He does not know her act is kind and good,
but deems she is too cruel and always rude.

She gives him medicines of awful faste.
He screams to accuse her of being a beast.
He would like to grow up to have revenge
on that cruel woman who stirs all his rage.

She does not care but does what should be done
to her most babied but quite thoughtless son.
Her duties are not easy and they need
a lot of efforts with no gratitude.

My Lord, You loved a lot and bore your cross,
but that led you to sadness and great loss.
Despite all that, You forgave who killed You,
and said, "Forgive; they don't know what they do."
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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TIME
No wonder, time, you are so fast.
You use the light to pull your cart
and take man and the world with them
to gratify your hidden whim.

You are sadistic and you join
your hand with death and years that run.
Years take all creatures to old age
to make death find them in one cage.

Evil you are with all your friends,
but all the group on time depends.
Why don't you be kind and slow down
to give us space to rest and yawn?

But time and rays of that high sun
complete each other and are one
as both collude to make a year,
which man looks at with utmost fear.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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