PONDERING THOUGHTS ON GOD’S WORDS
WAITING TO BE LIVED
Is it not gospel,
That we are all of one race?!
Yet, there’s racism!
It’s one thing to know the truth;
It’s another to live it:-
God still speaks to us;
But we still do not listen:
To busy hating:-
Belief is one thing;
Practicing it, another:-
We need to live love!
Mercy, mercy, mercy Lord,
Still navigate us:
Sowing and reaping fruitful
Lives of onderful onement:-
Boasted my 'new friend,' “A life well-lived is mine
In the capitals of Europe I've sampled vintage wine
Hob-nobbed with the jet-set in Vegas and the Hills
Always a celebrity there to pick up the bills”
“Changed wives a few times, I’m proud to admit
They seem to tire of the night life and my endless wit
As for children, I guess I wasn’t one for diapers or tears
Ha ,ha. Successfully avoided my biggest fear"
I listened to my friend’s account with growing dismay
How can man his (precious) life throw away?
Marks can get you a degree or fame, But life doesn't play the same game. You memorize laws, quote the rules Still stumble when life bends the tools You can top every subject and win every race, Yet still lose direction in life’s lonely maze. You chase good grades because that’s what they praise, Yet no one teaches how to survive the hard days. You polished essays, following every rule But life has no syllabus and that’s it’s cruelest rule When the bills knock hard or the gas stove sparks, No one ask’s u about your calculus flair They'll ask you to mend what life tears apart, Not just recite what you've learnt by heart. They'll need you to fix a flat tire's plight, or cook a roti when the stove's not right. So, focus on skills that truly matter, Not just chapters that make your grades flatter. The answers that matter don't come from a page, They find you somewhere between fear and age Perhaps, Books may give you a career or name, But only wisdom teaches you how to play life's game. - MOKSHA JAIN
Once upon a time,
they lived,
happily ever after.
Or did they?
The warp and the weft, repeating the beat
The weave of the ware of the fabric of life
What's looming? What's left? What pattern repeats
In this tapestry seems to be sweetness or strife
Shuttling between them's emotional whiplash
A journey in learning the middle is midrash
Extremes between seams can leave something coarse
The coin of the realm, from barter to bourse
The subtleties woven and worn of whole cloth
Become torn and tattered when the weaver is wroth
Weaving's deceiving if not done in good faith
Leaving a tale more frail than the wraith
But if the tapestry woven is living with care
Not mediocre but choosing what's apt
The tale leaves a pattern not tattered or bare
And a story that's left the reader enrapt
Lower Village
Old Mill road
Drive by salvation
Nailed to a telephone pole
"Fearful? Truth--will set you free"
Family farm; 1914
Bright clothes
Like prayer flags
Snapping on the wind
We have lived the past,
and built-up our brick towers...
high enough at last!
What if they had lived?
What if?
Why couldn’t they live?
We will never forgive,
We will never forget,
What if they had lived?
And yet we will never get to see that happen.
Trayvon Martin,
Killed for skittles,
If he had lived -
He would have been a pilot,
If he had lived -
He would not have remained a kid
Tamir Rice,
Murdered for being a kid,
Playing with a toy gun -
All he did was have fun,
If he had lived -
He would be alive,
And for his family, his life was the most precious gift
If he had lived -
He would have been forever cherished
If all the Black kids,
Would not have been killed,
They would have lived -
They would still be breathing,
If they had lived the world would be a better place for it
Behind the garden wall I lie
And there’s a brick wall too
Another wall includes the sky
With all the tints of blue
When comes the night, walls disappear
I see the glimpse of home
And there we are, my darling dear
Until the light of dawn
Blurs our faces, and again
The walls return, as if
They never disappeared then
When through the walls we lived.
completely abnormal
cartoonist, writer, poet
selfishly abandoned everyone
to make fun for herself
we ran after her gladly
wanting to live in her glowing joy
Bee lived in a pumpkin house, and happy was he there
I wish I lived in your hive, said Bumbly, a big brown bear
You can have my room, the bee said, go and see the queen
The bear was chased off by a swarm, for queens can be quite mean.
Once, I lived in the hope
that I would find her
alone somewhere
— a quiet courtyard
where we might dance
to music we heard
in our hearts;
a room we could fill
with the completed silence
of our love;
a wooded path where
we might walk rapt
in secret conversation
now, I no longer search
for her solitary self, because,
with her unfathomable mystery,
she populates
the ever-flowing world.
Everywhere, the glad discovery
she has become
smiles for me in every face,
surprising me with candor and hope,
serene as flowers, endless as light.
Now that she is
my vision-in-waiting everywhere
I say, Thank you!
I say, Oh, brave new world
that hath such a creature in it!
Christopher M. Swan, “Song of Susan,” 2008
And we're doing all this without Wendy,
I thought,
That's a good line to take it to the bridge
But we're not near the bridge,
I corrected
And realised that we in fact, are,
Near the bridge,
The motorway bridge
Cos we're going to the foresters
And you were here
Many years ago my love
One of the kids' school friends and
Sadly you are not here now
What a pity,
What a terrible pity as
The juke kicks in
A long long time ago...
A long long time ago you were here
And we, too
And of course now
You are not
What a pity
What a terrible pity...
A long, long time ago
You lived.
To be loved like God does
Something ooh ooh , somethings
Need to be cherished and loved by a man
Be loved like God does
There's something
It's so amazing in you.
This is true.
Oh Lord, my man has the DNA of you.
He's perfectly hued
Made in your image, too
There's something so amazing in you
Like my Father , God does , please love me
Like my God does, please love me.
He's my God, He's constant mercy is love.
I wanna be loved like this.
I need a man with constant mercy.
Provision and care, patients, and kind
Be the ultimate sacrifice.
Unconditional graced in mercy and love.
I want to be loved by a man like God does
Love me like my Father, God does.
To be loved like God does
2/17/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
if i lived in a mirror world
my name would be sukram
my sis would be known as orb
and I would be her sis
my mum would be my dad
and my dad would be my mum
mum would still be spelt mum
and dad would still be spelt dad
the first would be last and the last would be first
the front would be back and the back would be front
i would write with my left hand
while my watch would be on my right
i would watch a book and read a movie
and would sit on my bed before going to sleep on a chair
i would put my shoes on my head
and a wear a hat on my feet
i would count back from one
and the clocks would tick backwards
i would buy old things to replace new things
but my mate bob would still be known as bob
noon would still be spelt noon
but would be in the middle of the night
while the sun would rise at night and set in the morning
and the moon would shine bright during the day
fire would be cold and the rain would be hot
grass would be blue and the sky would be green
the birds will fly west for summer
and return during winter
i would read directions from a pam
and map would be my girl
if i lived in a mirror world
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