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Despite the climate challenge with traffic congestion on the road,
there’s still a driving urge to go out and celebrate the Eucharist;
it’s a great deal of commitment to God who’s the source of life,
his language connotes an embodiment of love for our salvation.
Braving the difficulties in coping with the details of missionary life,
such as culture, language, climate, food and many others in foreign lands;
our faith gets tested, our humility gets challenged, and our identity revealed
and these comprise the foundation of being a missionary to other people.
In places where we learned to love the people of different cultures,
the need to adopt, acculturate, and realign to the mysteries of being a migrant,
continues to witness the movements and other signs of the times;
a world replete with endless search drawn from different human experiences.
It’s pretty common as a pervading theme across the passages in the bible;
the word migration that has a powerful connotation and rich in literature,
oh, as the holy scriptures say: “you shall not oppress an alien; you well know
how it feels to be an alien, since you were once aliens yourselves in the land of Egypt.”
The advent of a wide range of issues about the struggles in today’s migration,
with varying reactions characterized by principles, ethnic and religious devotion;
a certain perspective is formed according to Christian beliefs and aspirations
that migrants no matter who they are, deserve respect and societal insertion.
Lured by the promise of work and better opportunities that await somewhere,
people across the globe try their luck and take the risk to cross the land,
it’s viewed with deeper reflections like those of mostly Catholic Irish who came by,
their large influx in this country of America during the height of potato blight.
True to form, this parallels the new waves of Hispanic immigration
along with Asians, Africans, and other migrant groups with their history and cultures
truly, it’s a cycle that brings out the commonality of human quest and ambition;
with assimilation and determination to maintain and improve their life situations.
WINTER LOVE STORY
Frozen lake with signature marks
Two lovers skating creating a heart
He takes her hand as she lands from a spin
She blushes, she noticed his smile from within
Their romance was exquisite, their timing precise
As they danced and performed on the fragile Ice
The roses are red, the violets blue
The winter was wonderland, the snow-capped view
Inevitability such a cold word, that creeps up on lovers
In a winter-land world
The Ice starts melting, the lake opens and cracks
The lovers, the skaters, had no way back
For as perfect as love, as pure as the snow
When the Ice starts to melt then a lover will go
You mark my words for you'll see they are true
Just as seasons will alter the lake changes too
The roses deep red, the violets deep amethyst blue
Still holding the bouquet that the spectators threw
For the stage was their lake, where this love was on show
The audience in silence, the star fades, time to go
The Moonlight her beacon, her guiding light home
Whilst the man she adores tries to skate on alone
He holds out his hand to the thousands of stars
Hoping once more to touch her, no matter how far
With a tear in his eye and an I will always love you,
He shouts ....,
That the roses are still red, the violets still blue
These words in my brain, and feelings in my heart
cannot describe my love for you ,but its a start..........
I love you , doesnt seem like enough,
whenever thinking of you when we are apart, is so rough.......
It could be....."I love you , Plus"....
The plus, covers my heart because it pounds so , when you are near.......
and also my ears, when I pick up the phone
and its your voice that I hear.........
The plus, covers my stomach, and the butterflies that I get,
when I look up to see you on the walk,
then open the door to hear you say,
"Im sorry , I didnt call , I just wanted to talk"........
The plus covers my hands , they get so shaky sometimes,
especially when you put , yours in mine...........
The plus covers my head, when I snap it around,
because I swore , that I had seen your face in a crowd,
and also my voice, when Im sleeping , and whisper your name outloud......
The plus covers my knees,
when just the sight of you makes them weak,
and also my mouth, when , after kissing you
I can't speak..........
You see, "I love you,plus" covers alot,
even when we're not together......
All I have left to say now is........
"I love you plus, forever".........!!
N.L.F.
Form:
I never knew what would happen
the sudden immobile tongue
I sweat and cry hail
Please forgive me
but they leave a trail
The warmth within my hands disappear
Please forgive me
I wish I knew what happened
what this pitiful sinner did
Please forgive me
I did not know it would be this difficult
I would crucify my love for you
Please forgive me
The hero within me has been broken
The liquefied sack of me leaks
Please forgive me
I wonder if I really meant to just
hurt myself within my love
I've finally realized I've forced my love onto you.
Let you choke.
falter
I wish I haven't
making you live
a fake
book
life.
Oh wily is the feverous lust!
That breaks the bond and rifts the trust,
That makes a person wish to stray,
And throw a life-long love away.
Desire molds the acts of men,
And steers them toward pursuit of sin,
It’s not of merely wealth I speak,
But unfaithful desires men seek.
The reasons often differ some,
One for sex, another, boredom,
But as of late, this is the trend,
I fear that this we cannot mend.
How I miss the days of old,
One heart to heart, one soul to soul,
But even then it still occurred,
Secrecy kept the sin covered.
And yet today it’s commonplace,
When once it was viewed with disgrace,
If reasons be that love has left,
Of passions you feel you’re bereft,
Detach the old before you roam,
Unless you wish a broken home.
What need have you for subterfuge?
When letting go can be refuge,
Then you’re free to do as you wish,
While sparing others the anguish.
Fall not into the trap lust sets,
Keep clear your mind and do not fret,
True love is meant to come in pairs,
Even if faithfulness is rare.
So lets us vow from this day hence,
To those we’ve hurt, make recompense,
And share our souls with only one,
This is how it’s meant to be done!
Form:
God's love is a light, it lives
beyond laws of
location and languages,
His love is a creed that
cruises beyond the
corridor of colours and
culture.
His love is like the rainbow,
radiating beyond the realms
of race and religion,
His love is a treasure, it
triumphs over the terrain
of tongues and tribes,
His love is like diamond, it
has dominion over our
differences and diversity,
His love is like the butterfly,
blessing us with bonds of
boundless beauty,
His love is intriguing, it
gives indemnity against
insecurity and iniquity.
His love unviels the
unlimited
understanding of the
uniqueness of unity.
God's love made Him sent
His sinless Son to be soiled
in the midst of sorrows
and stains,
cursed on the cross as a
convenant of eternal cure
for our cruelty, choas and
confusion.
He came to complete the
course of compassion and
crush eternal
condemnation.
Amen.
Copyright 2012.
Adeleke Adeite.
Upon this earth when you descended,
Problems of people suddenly ended,
With your merciful hands vanished people’s sorrows,
Your love and support sent their pains to the gallows.
God, magician or a saint… Who were you?
“Saibaba” they lovingly named you.
King of kings , you lived in Dwarkamai..
No money or wealth could interest you Sai..
Devotee’s faith is all that you craved,
Which to you they lovingly gave,
Lucky are those who lived with you,
Fortunate enough to have served you…
My be or not I was one of them then…
Not sure when I will get the chance again…
Dear Baba, I pray to you this day…
Please give me a chance to serve you someway.
Keep you loving hands upon my head,
Forgive my sins and anything wrong I said,
Be by my side in times good and bad,
Make me smile when I am sad.
Oh my humble father, you are in air, land and water,
Accept the prayers and love of “Rima”—your loving daughter.
I feel like rising hell
I feel like going back
To where I fell
And yet I don’t
Want a monster
On this bed
Meant for lovers
Or on these
Lips
Or on these
Hips
Or on this
Body
Meant for somebody
I wish.
No I Regret this
Regret us, what we were
I don’t want to meet this fear
And yet, I do last
For a year passed fast
And relieve what we had got
That you forgot.
God!
Just take your
‘I love you like hell’
And burn
Take back
‘You’re the only one’
And tell it to the others
Stop
Flashbacks that brought
‘And if you die-
I wanna die with you’
And bury them up yours
O yes! Now:
She’s your best friend
--I thought I was?
She’s your love for “forever”
--But you told Me that!
She’s surprisingly yummy
--It hurts...
It hurts so badly!
And yet:
Heres my smile,
Sky dreamer
Corrected By Corinne x
My baby was given to me to love,
A gift from my Father, like a beautiful dove.
She's free like a dove, free to roam,
Anywhere she wants to make her a home.
As singles something is surely missing,
Searching for bonding, binding love, to find a lady Christian.
Have had relationships that didn't work out,
Because we were missing faith, we had a lot of doubts.
Then my wife came along, a Christian lady,
At first her love drove me a little crazy,
Then my little voice said, "She is the one."
A soul mate, given by God "This is for you my son."
So please be patient you'll find your soul mate,
She will make you happy your love will be great,
God and Jesus is there always for you, have total trust in Him,
Bonded together you'll find love and faith, and together enter His kingdom.
I have to admit I like walking in the cold rain.
Reading a book of love and vain.
watching movies of the insane.
I love teaching others about gods grace.
spending hours reading the bible at my own pace.
and sipping wine for the fine taste.
I love writing on beautiful pages.
it's something I've done for ages.
letting my finest work be posted instead of closed up like animals in cages.
I have to admit I'm scared to love.
but i look to god for answers above.
for he is the finest and greatist to love.
I have so many questions for those around me.
like how they seem so confident when they need to be.
or how they know what to say in sticky situations you see?
I just have to admit.
I can't stop trying or quit.
it's not in me to give up or just sit.