The golden road of Oz, sunny beachfront dossier from the calling of the sordid mask, did the mask of Dante peer, into the crump and dough with breadcrumbs in the sunlight bog, for the death of sorrowful faces, the mask does not befog, into the intern when not Hansel, but he bet on the witch, or did Gretel from which gather, that neither pervaded but one was accursed, the morning benumbing of footfalls and sparrows.
Is it forbidden?
How far will I go to love?
Africa is home
In time an arms length away
I flew into the bird cage
Seeking a nest, following the others
As we connected and made it homely
The bars changed into windows
And doors
Then a place where we were all happy, together
Now, after two years of friendships, new and old
The cage-turned-community, near-sighted
Closed its eyes and turning away from the inevitable
Then the day hit 25
Everyone, dressed up
Dancing our hearts away
Turning blind eyes to the looming warmth of hottest season
Then the lights turned on
And the music stopped
Our hearts stopped too
Our eyes losing their lids, forced to witness the end
Our hearts, reminiscing
One by one, each bird left the nest, heavy-hearted
All unready, some with resignation, some with acceptance, to migrate so soon
Some flapping off together in search of new things
Others flying off to new nests
Even some soaring off alone
Leaving the hollowed nest
For the next generation to find and transform
So even if we meet new birds and find a new nest
We will never forget Our Nest
the young learn of life's bruises
failed jobs, craters along the way
they forge forward
too ashamed to look back,
but too hardheaded to stop
for that next challenge to face
Thou art God's Gift: thou wert born by HIS Grace,
He hath been with thee while growing in life,
Though thou walked thro' thorns and spikes, He hath been with thee.
Thou wert a tiny-tot when entered a play school,
Thou uttered alphabet and numbers, and were taught rhymes,
Thou hadst slept in thy tiny snug couch,
Thy eyelids winked that pronounced infantile babblings.
Thou entered class One and learnt child-like language,
God in Christ JESUS showed a ladder unto thee to soar high,
Each step thou climbed up hath been fruitful,
Thou learnt God’s Grace while soaring high.
Having reached the milestone of school learning, thou prayed unto HIM with Thanksgiving.
Thou stepped onto the milestone of college learning for Biotechnology,
Thy travel for four years taught thee what life is,
Thy efforts begot fruit to soar high above,
And He hath lifted thee high above the pedestal of life,
And yet thou hast to grow in His Plan and glorify Him.
Now thou art crowned with B.Tech.graduate degree,
And it's His design in thy life on earth and cross more milestones.
Thou will step up the ladder with His Guidance only to glorify Him.
And it's every good soul's prayer unto HIM.
She's God's Gift: she was born by HIS Grace,
He hath been with her while growing in life,
Though she walked thro' thorns and spikes, He hath been with her.
She was a tiny-tot when entered a play school,
She uttered alphabet and numbers, and was taught rhymes,
She had slept in her tiny snug couch,
Her eyelids winked that pronounced infantile babblings.
She entered class One and learnt child-like language,
God in Christ JESUS showed a ladder unto her to soar high,
Each step she climbed up hath been fruitful,
She learnt God’s Grace while soaring high.
Having reached the milestone of school learning, she prayed unto HIM with Thanksgiving.
She stepped onto the milestone of college learning for Biotechnology,
Her travel for four years taught her what life is,
Her efforts begot fruit to soar high above,
And He hath lifted her high above the pedestal of life,
And yet she hath to grow in His Plan and glorify Him.
Now she hath been crowned with B.Tech.graduate degree,
And it's His design in her life on earth and cross more milestones.
She'll step up the ladder with His Guidance only to glorify Him.
And it's every good soul's prayer unto HIM.
MIRRORING SELF IN THE GLORY OF GOD
In every mirror,
You should see
God’s beautiful creature
Looking back at you…
Look into a mirror, and doubt not yourself!
That mirror reflection cannot ever match,
The beauty and warmth from within you:-
For within you is the spitting image of God’s will,
Of the true beauty He created for you to be; thus,
Never ever doubt who and whose you are:-
Know that you are a child of God who can’t be doubted.
Though you may not yet have become the child of your will,
Remember, the time of all things to be is in the will of God:-
Know that in time immemorial, His will has always triumphed!
Thus, be not dismayed, disillusioned, or in disbelief of God and self:-
Refuel your spirit, and give God the glory, for your coming, divine destiny!
"May is the month of promise and the sweet beginnings of summer." - Unknown
The month of May,
holds many promises.
For mothers,
they have their very special day.
For the graduate,
a new life is emerging.
Memorial day,
a day to remember.
May a wonderful month,
before summer shows up.
Crown of Effort by Otieno Elvis Gikoi
I have carried books through endless days,
Walked the long and winding ways.
From early dawn to fading light,
Hard work has been my guiding sight.
Exams have tested, lessons burned,
Through sleepless nights, the pages turned.
Each struggle carved a stronger me,
Each effort shaped my destiny.
Now the final year has come,
The race is near, the journey done.
I stand with courage, firm and true,
Hard work has brought me safely through.
No crown is won by idle hands,
No dream fulfilled by shifting sands.
It is the sweat, the will, the fight,
That lifts the future into sight.
Let me rise, with hope and cheer,
For hard work shines in my final year.
@ArtOfHeart
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I sat at the food court today,
l people watched as usual,
I noticed people's faces,
I noticed people's hair,
I then actually came to the realization that I was consciously watching people.
I then became aware.
I then became emotional.
I then realized the beauty I was being exposed to,
I was watching the little things,
I was looking at the older men playing cards,
I was eying the families happily sharing a meal.
I find this a considerable beauty.
I teared up; I held back tears.
I think people should look more closely and realize the precious moments that are happening so close to them.
I think life should not be taken for granted.
"When did you last see something like this"?, I asked. He replied, " I have never seen anything like this", was his reply. He's been here all of his near 70 years.
Ice on the ground, the houses, the trees, the
electric lines. Trees broke and fell on electric lines and the weight of the ice broke also downed many other lines.
We were without electricity for more than 8 days, surviving from the use of our gas stove and a borrowed portable generator. We like
Many others survived by the grace of God who poured forth his merciful grace and the sun
released the warmth of it's rays.
The caring spirit of other people was remarkable. Several days of water outtage worsened the problems, and the temperatures
were below freezing for several days.
Through it all, the Grace of God proved far superior than the icy storm. We were paused
But enriched by his loving power; pained by
New depths of trial but given a measure of poise; pushed to new levels of discomfort
But graced with higher levels of gratitude.
Seniors, pause to thank your teachers
for helping you make the climb.
Life's most precious creatures
rise to the reason and rhyme
for words on the leaves of time.
I’m buzzing inside, yeah I’m on my way
Gonna find a brighter, better day
Rising up, you’ve seen me sore
No stopping me now, hear me roar
Shedding my skin, a new life begins
From a chrysalis cocoon into butterfly wings
My form takes flight, I rise in the light
Watch me transcend, gaining height
Everything I want is coming my way
I feel the dawn of a brand new day
My dreams are reality
My words are spells casting me free
I feel the light breaking through me
Can’t stop me now, I’m coming alive
I spread my wings and I touch the sky
My light burns strong, my truth shows how
I was always meant to rise- my time is now
I was walking through shadows of who I’d been
Now I’m standing in power, letting it in
Every thought processed, the magic now cast
I’m stepping through-future and past
I finally see the light is me. The living creation is where I'll be
I’m stepping through time, leaving the past
I’m living the magic that I cast.
Come join me....
My Funny Valentine
There once was a lover so fine,
Whose snores sounded like a bad vine,
She'd sleep with a grin,
And I'd laugh from within,
And our love would forever be mine.
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