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At first we wondered, when he said,“bring them to me” But his wordswere no humour. Five small loaveswent beyond five hungry men. With every tear,each loaf stretched outeach fish lengthenedas though power was in every hand! Soon, five thousand menhad their fill -Like they rarely did.Women and children,thousands, satisfiedWith leftovers, enoughfor a dozen families All …
Fly one wayLike a fugitive seeking asylumKnock the doorSee if the house owner is home,ready and willing. Fly another wayLike a refugee in urgent needKnock the doorSee if the house owner is home,ready and willing. Fly many waysLike seeds scattered by the sowerKnock many doorsSee if house owners are home,ready and willing. Dwell a dayNay, …
Famished and stranded in a lonely desert,there wasn’t a glimmer of hopethat a wilting treewith leftover cherrieswas waiting somewhere Tempted and distraught,there wasn’t a modicum of assurancethat some unfortunate treethat was waiting somewherewould satisfy even halfa quarter of them But meat like rainand bread like dewwas the invention of Yahwehin a parched and dreary land …
Things are awryNothing is workingPrices are goin’ up Top guns aren’t sorryMore mess they’re creatingCorruption is eating us up Yes, conditions are drearyInstitutions are wastingBut we won’t let up Truly, many are wearyPeople are dyingBut we won’t give up The future seems scaryBut we won’t give inNo, we won’t give up! We won’t always worryWe’ll …
Again I’m torn,between slumber and awakening The rooster’s crow,like a nagging childpesters again and again. Maybe he’ll be famousEven if just for his musicMaybe he won’t. But he’ll be backto sing perpetuallyinto our tired ears:Coo-coo-roo-cooHe’ll keep his duty,till there’s a coupand he is cooked Or his time is overand he has to report. Like him, …
I spoke to you yesterday,all I got was a snub. I spoke to you today,all I got was inaction. If only you repliedIf only you scribbledIf only you yieldedIf only you obeyed Then I would know certainly;More often, we can commune Tomorrow, I will speak againAnd even thereafter;But it may not always be so.
Winds are blowingStorms are fierceDust is all overClouds are burstingEarth is quakingRocks are splittingWalls are crackingHell is let loose. But the house will stand,if builton the LordIt will stand,if groundedon His wordWe will stand,if anchoredon the rock.
Each day we face hurdles;Tiny or greatFew or many. But they, we must, each day conquerOr be found day by day,seeking them to master For, overcoming hurdlesis what life is really about.
She ambles to that cornerEvery now and thenShe keeps telling AnnaIt’s not about menIt’s not about bayana*I don’t need the yenI just want to be finer Anna would always tell herWhat shows in the looking glassIs not who you really areNot even a magnifying glassMay tell if you can murderSo take away the sunglassAnd look …
When God says wait,it could mean so much;just because we are mortalsand He is not. If it remains true,that a thousand yearsare as one day, and a daylike one thousand yearsIt could mean so much. But whatever it means,He waits as well with us.And the colours come outbeautiful, in His time. Get your FREE copy …
