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Isaac afunadhula Oct 2021
You're faithful, kind  and true 
Merciful and loving is what You are
a refuge for the lost and oppressed
The Lord of knowledge and power
Holy and righteous in nature 
Glory be to You  in every season
  Oct 2021 Isaac afunadhula
Zywa
He drove me to the sea
I make small steps
barefoot

Barefoot steps in the cold
sand, I do my best
I don't lie down

The toes of my feet
comes towards me
Next to his steps

We have done this
before, nothing wrong
The wind was always blowing

salt into my hair
foam into my words
playing hide and seek

inside my head, and the seagulls
squawk shrilly through it
I get lost in language

differences and bad
connections, and still
he does not notice
For Maria Godschalk #139 --- Collection "On living on"
Isaac afunadhula Sep 2021
There was the moon and sun before the beginning of time
With a point of reference they sang to the most High

The moon rubbed words of praise around the stars as He stretched out light to his child covered with mud who cried out as he worshipped

The moon and stars rejoiced to the son of God who stood with glory and might

The sun sobbing with overwhelming joy bowed down and sang all day to His true king in Heaven
I wrote this when I thought that I had lost everything but there I was inspired to write this poem
With colors splender
The sun sets it ways
Causing silent explosions
on blue canvas every day
Never twice exactly the same
A ritual
part of this black universe
Gods way.




Shell✨🐚
When people ask me , are you okay?
My mouth replies , yeah I'm fine.

BUT

My heart replies silently , "help me".
  Aug 2021 Isaac afunadhula
Azure
He noticed that I hated avocados.
That I would push them to the
Edge of my plate of salad.
Every time I saw him he would ask, 

“Are you eating your avocados today?”
I would say, “maybe”.
Because, maybe they would taste better that day.

We played this game for 12 years.
On my 13th year I started to love avocados.
They became trendy.
I spread them on my toast,
They were the dip I loved the most!
But on my 13th year,
He wasn’t here
To ask about avocados.
I miss you grandpa
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