HOW CAN WE THANK YOU ?

No one was searching him when he found us.

We felt empty,and didn’t know where to go

Then,he brought along someone
Someone who told us that he loves us.
That we belong to him.
And that he wants to share our lives with us.

We had the good news that he wanted to heal and forgive.
We didn’t have status,
We were poor empty sinners.

But God our lord built life in us.
He saw something great in us.
Indeed,his son went more than a mile for us
He gave away his glory
Came to our sinister earth and suffered.
How can we thank him?

I can only imagine
Not far beyond the margin
On that rugged tree
For me to be free.
He was besmirched
As his love was much.

I can only imagine
The skipped heart beat as he was beaten,
Then blood and water came gargling out
And not even a word was murmured as everyone watched
How can we thank him?

This is what I call love.
Love from above
Love beyond our capability thinking
One that we can never phantom as being.

Oh how can I thank you lord?
How can I show you my appreciation?
Let me dance for you,
On the beat of the drums
As I remind myself how much you were beaten for me.
Lord,let me voice out the sounds of my singing
And let my oesophagus vibrate to the fullest,
As I remember how you screamed as you were being crowned with thorns!
Let me speak out your word as I remind myself
The corroding words you were told as they spat on you.

Father,as I have nothing to offer you,
Let me give you my heart and soul, because,

When I was in the dark,with sorrows and dispear,
Out of my heart you lit a candle

When I was full of fear,
You gave me strength to stay strong.
When I fell down,

you picked me up.
When I was weary,

you carried me
When I was naked,
You clothed me with dignity
How can I thank you?

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THE MORNING PREPS

It’s six O’clock.⏰
The morning feels Awsome
I love how the colours haven’t come yet
Just a contrast of dimness
Making the bulb brighter💡

The morning feels wonderful
The mind seems mindful.🧠
I am ready for this day.
I wonder what it holds for me?
Maybe incidence, or new opportunities!

There is something supernatural about the wind
Very mysterious,
I think its calling out my name.

The birds are singing the morning blues,🕊
And look,the blue Jay just passed by.
Maybe I should send it back home,
Oh how I miss them.
Well, I have no time for nature calls,
I better get back to studying.📖

The light is slowly creeping through the under pane.
Passing through the outside garden,
Giving the lilies a natural glow How magestic!
I better get back to preps.
Its thirty to time.

What am I doing here?
Among these unknown people,
Sitting in these queer furniture,
Staring at these papers?

Oh yes. I am in schools. In preps.
These people are my classmates
Though they chit-chat all the time,
At least they are quite now
I can think!
And I better get back to studying.

Brrrrrrriiiinnng!brrrriiing!

A POEM FOR A BURNA BOY.

“I was thinking of you,then I began to wonder how long you’ve been on my mind. I realised,since I met you,you’ve never left”

Eyes,
So bright,
So…
I don’t know.
But all I know
Is that you have bright eyes.

Voice,
So smooth.
You know,like silk
It’s high,it low
I don’t know.
But all I do know
Is that you have a nice voice and bright eyes.

Smile,
So nice
Um…
So true
And also,

You are kind,
So kind.
Very kind.
Appreciative
And you are understanding
And honest.

I don’t know.
But all I know is that
You have a good sense of style
A nice vibe,
Very beautiful,
And you have bright eyes.

GRIEF

If I could believe
In society’s beliefs
It would be a relieve.

If I could behave
Like the norms we live,
I would have no grief,

But grief is all I have
For I creep into the deep
Under the hollows of foot marks
Foot marks of the legitimate
The ones who churn creativity,for productivity
And instead,entartains mediocrity with no integrity.

If only I could be still
And let them systematically condition my brain
What I call drain;
Think as I am told,
Act as I am told,
Maybe I’d have no grief

But grief is all I feel
For I am a bird born in a cage
Who doesn’t know how to fly
And think freedom is a crime.

If I could breathe instead of seethe
Over anger. Anger with no direction,
Maybe I would not grief
But grief is all I am
For I am born a hate child
Abandoned by nature, and deprived of nurture

Let me grief
For I am an abused woman
Who’s used to beating
And never stops bleeding
For iLive in this calamitous world
Lost in the dilemma if sinicism.