WHAT IS THE AIM?
Great is man if he can find his aim in life
ere the foot of fate can tread on his live heart
and can secure what may give a tranquil smile
since he has embraced his hope before he dies.

It's not easy to discern why we were born.
Can it be an act of chance with no intent?
Why did people look for creeds from ancient times
to perceive what gave them faith for such a trip?

It's a drama, but the actors have sharp minds
which enforce them to reflect and find its gist.
If this journey is a whim of **** two,
it will be a crime to have a child on earth.

Who enjoys this aimless life if it's a way
to a grave that waits for all who come and leave?
How can one enjoy a meter of this road
if the end will be the grave and horrid smell?
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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CHRISTMAS
In Your creche, l find Your target
of the love the world would neglect.
People live in their high tower
and the Lord's in His stone bower.

People are pleased with their gaining
through corruption and misdealing.
Power of the flesh is haughty
and it builds on boasts and cruelty.

Lord, on hay and in your cradle
like a lamb, You are so feeble
Lying meekly in a manner
when observed, the mighty cower.

In Your mildness, there is glory
telling us Your greatness' story.
It reveals and shows Your purpose:
the sublime love's found in weakness.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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GOD'S  ALTRUISM
God is gentle, God is mercy.
Love for Him has not a limit.
He considers us His children.
If you are a father, fancy.

He is kinder than all creatures.
Tears were twinkling as Jesus showed
when some people died or suffered
and He does when children still do.

He directs the hands and feelings,
getting sad when we don't listen.
He resorts to tender mothers,
asking for gentle assistance.

Man imagines parents' conduct
is much softer than God's kindness,
but He does not care for all that
as His aim is love among us.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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BUT DON'T WORRY.
Little flower in the garden,
you have charmed me with your splendour.
Sweet's the smell which is around you,
given by your splendid odour.

Getting near you makes me wonder
why is life so harsh on livers.
Now, your youth is proud and haughty.
Have you thought about the coming?

Happy flower, do not ponder
on what goes on in my silence
as you cannot change your future
which is imposed on all creatures.

You are happy with the present.
Enjoy it and do not worry.
That, Who gives you all these wonders,
surely tucks away what's better.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE LOUD CALL
In my heart, l hear a call
which insists on me to trail
certain passion deep and strong
flowing sweetly in my veins.

That emotion started when
I was young, in my late teen.
Then l thought it was for girls
and their eyes with their blond curls.

Time then folded years but still
ancient sounds inside me squeal
for a kind of love so strange
which no change can it derange.

God's the Start and Love itself,
Who created man and life.
None can satiate what l crave
for except the Source of Love.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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HAVE YOU THOUGHT ABOUT THIS?
What can this trip be for a man?
Is it an act life can't repeat?
By chance you came. How can those two
who brought you here bring you again?

You're on the earth, a passer-by.
What is the purpose of being here?
Can you delay your little stay?
What is the force that takes away?

Men come and go from where to where
and feel they have to achieve works
that leave a trace or they depart
as if they have not come and left.

What is this life if all the crowd
arrive and leave with no hope found?
Are we to pass and disappear
where no eyes see or ear can hear?
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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WHO CAN DO THAT?
You changed the fate of vanquished men
who were afraid of lots of things.
They lived with You and saw Your signs,
which no man could ever have done.

Their faith was that You were the Son,
but they would ask, "Could He be killed?"
They were bewildered for three days
when You were in the grave wrapped dead.

Your men were scared. They lost their guide.
They did not know what they should do.
The Lord whose words led all their acts
was dead and they were orphaned kids.

What could abruptly bring them pluck
to make them heroes, organized
and move ahead just as before.
If it's rebirth, Who must You be?
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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