THAT AWKWARD MOMENT

THAT AWKWARD MOMENT…..

                You know that awkward feeling when you know you are not feeling well, but you don’t know what to do. You can’t talk to anybody because you don’t even know how to explain yourself. You cant even say exactly what you are suffering from. It is a sickness not caused by any disease or virus; it is a sickness your heart binds. A sickness tough enough for your heart to bear.

                I have seen so many people who are too strong to hold back this sickness and never let any other person know what they are suffering from; but I have convinced myself to believe that this is no strength. Sometimes you have to let it out. Express that feeling in whatever way that you wish to express it in, so far it wouldn’t be detrimental to your fellow man. You can cry your heart out, crying is no sign of weakness, it rather washes your soul to see clearer. It wets your heart in other to generate the fruits of the spirit.

                The Creator is wonderful don’t you think so? The nature heals. It is no doubt that the world we live in has so many things that can help us heal our broken selves. We can take a walk in the evening, watch the dawn, ad mire the moon, look through the rain, watch the birds flying, etc. There so many things in this life that we can look up to. Always remember that you have to let it out unless it will kill you within.

The will to evil and the will to good Re  both within you, which will thou employ?
Thou knows what is right and what is wrong, which will thou love and foster? Which destroy?
Thou art the chooser of thy thoughts and deeds; thou art the maker of thine inward state; the power is thine to be what thou will be; thou builds truth and love, or lies and hate. -JAMES ALLEN

WHOSE LIFE IS IT ANYWAY?

A man's life they say is made up by the five elements of the human being. he comes to equity through his senses. I have seen men of good will, crumble to the floor because of misunderstanding. why? because we are all interested in our judgment of others. we set limits for people, even when we know they may not be able to reach them, and when they don't, we become the first to raise a hand for condemnation.

we know, that there are times when people tell us how disappointed they are in us, because we did something contrary to their judgment about us. whose life is it anyway? yours! and yours alone. We allow the words of others talk us out of what we dream of every day. we give little value to our own dreams because we don't want others to feel disappointed in us. we let go of our dreams because we want to please others. who are you pleasing? some other person who is busy with his/her own life. they may not count you as important as you count them, and for them, you risk your dream, your goal in other to please them.

if we can see it from another view, another thing that breaks the human soul is fear. fear cripples you and makes you as bad as death. fear makes you turn your back on your goal. fear makes you do things the other way round as it ought not to be. We live in fear of the uncertain, fear of the unknown, fear of tomorrow, fear of failure. if you allow your fear to kill you, then there is no way out. boom and you are dead. But if you think you have a life to live, and that fear wont stop you from living that life, then glory brothers, because you have won for your self a golden key to a golden dream. I HOPE YOU MAKE THE RIGHT DECISION AT EVERY POINT IN YOUR LIFE.

THE PRAYER OF AN OLD ONE

I came up with brisk to pray*
In a church open in the day
I thought and believed it was silent*
As the church marked as a place For fervent
Plea. God must be alone and recluse*
I thought, just to hear someone talking to Him in profuse

She was old and looked shabby,
I didnt want to mind and wanted to lobby
Her to stop disturbing the peace
God struck and i stood for a moment in heart pace.
I realised i didnt want her to stop the pour
And rather i felt her words like rain pour.

For another moment, her words cleansed my mind
She poured out to God the tears her heart bind.
It was only but a prayer of an old one,
An old and a lonely one
Cast in the shadow of abandonment
By those cared for with all concernment.

"Dear God of the poor,
Hear the cry of the old and poor
The world seems so uncanny and lost
Even my old little ones are still lost.
They have forgotten those arms that carlessed
Them, just because time has passed and they have digressed.

How much love I gave,
And how much iindifference I receive.
The world must have forgotten we exist,
Old and unloved we are left to decease.
Touch their hearts this time around,
So that they can in their obstinecy turn round.

I know am not the only one like this,
There are other forgotten ones like me, thus
I pray You to remember Your words of comfort,
That the old will reap the fruit of their effort.
We are hungry, thirsty, naked and in need,
Send us helpers to relief our phlight in deed."

I saw her tears, rolling from those old eyes.
I stood for a moment on the isle
And forgot what I wanted to ask for in prayer.
Rather I asked God to make those words my prayer
I thought of someone, my mother!
I don't want her to say thesame prayer or myself i will murder.

Oh these old fellows of ours are sick,
Poor, hungry and afflicted. They need us to seek
For their well being and happiness.
Let us make their last days memorable
So that we may appear in their sight favourable.

They need us, let us then help,
So that in out own time we will see help.
Oh God, if they don't want to give a hand,
Help me to lay my efforts with hand
So that when i grow old, karma will favour me
And i will be a happy me.

(Written originally by me for Lumen Fidei magazine®2014)

COLOUR OF LIFE.

  I saw a movie based on the tragic events of life, and I started to wonder if they actually happen. I noticied that I haven't even seen a part of life. I realised that there are so many other aspects of life hidden from me.
  I started to wonder what life is really made of. here i stand, complaining of so many things that happen to us yet there are other people who suffer worst than we do and yet they may not even have the hope of a brighter tomorrow. here we stand talking about the evils that happen to us wereas there are others who suffer more evil than we do.
  In the light of blessedness, we judge others according to our own principles and people flaw because they are not able to reach our expectation of them. people break us because they do things we dont want them to do.
  Our story are different. our lives cant be thesame no matter what. our patterns can never be thesame bcause we want different things. friends, if you want to live as you would wish to, then follow people according to their own principles, dont make them do things your own way because they themsleves have their lives to live.