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Africa! Africa!!
One Mother, one heartbeat, one destiny!
Land kissed by the gods,
Womb that gave humanity its first cry!
You rise as one mighty pillar,
Your veins flowing with gold, diamonds, oil, and sacred fire.
From the Cape to Cairo, from Dakar to Djibouti,
Fifty-four nations stand as one family
One body, many beautiful limbs,
One voice rising stronger than any storm.
West, East, North, Central, South
All dance together under the same sun.
Nigeria’s thunder joins Kenya’s lion roar,
Egypt’s Nile flows into the Congo’s mighty heart,
Ghana’s gold shines beside South Africa’s rainbow,
Ethiopia’s ancient wisdom lights the path for all.
One Africa!
Where Yoruba drum meets Zulu spear,
Swahili binds what Arabic and Wolof bless,
Two thousand tongues singing one chorus:
We are the children of the same Mother!
Your people ebony, copper, bronze, and gold
Warriors and weavers, herders and scholars,
Women carrying the future on their backs,
Youth painting one bright tomorrow.
Resilient as the acacia across the savannah,
Wise as the baobab standing tall from Mali to Madagascar,
Hospitable as the ancestors who open every door.
No border can divide us,
No history can break us,
No challenge can defeat us
For we are One Africa United!
Mother of humanity,
Queen of the earth’s treasures,
Cradle, crown, and future of the world
Now and forever, ONE!
Let it be so! Let it be so!! Let it be so!!!
One Africa!
A Midnight Clearer
Occasions western Christian faith
all along Christmastime,
the eastern Orthodox faith hails,
it's Epiphany time.
The West marks it in December,
heeds their *Gregorian.
January is for the East,
they adhere the *Julian.
'Tis a journey that began with three.
dubbed (Wisemen), The Magi.
Three noble pilgrims from the East,
led by a starred night's sky.
A must-see forced by King Herod,
Rome's Judean leader.
"Go, return and tell me," said he
the e'er questioned pleader.
Balthazar's Arabian robes
cloaked an urn of myrrh scents.
Gaspar wore India's silks ... held
a vase of frankincense.
Melchior donned on Persian velvets,
bearing a chest of gold.
The nameless three, naught in The Word,
still, versions truth betold.
Brilliance over Bethlehem town
herders cleared fields, save young,
three reached a manger in the midst
soon, three icons unsung.
Heaven's touch beams innocence face,
Mary is truly blessed.
Joseph saw the miracle ... then
the three came all well-dressed.
Sets the scene, The Nativity
Christian's hearts, hold dear.
The Maji, homeward naught Herod's,
effects made, midnight clear.
*Christianity chose different calendrics, Western Christians chose Pope Gregory's & Eastern Christians chose Julius Caesar's.
2021 December 17
*HMS & RZ
Wherefore
there is a question, philosophers and goat herders
have in common with the rest of us a modest multitude
the query is, what is the purpose of our life
from a single sperm cell to fighting its way to survival and life
and we ask for what purpose?
We know the outer shell of what we are is based on
the environment we live in, such as education and friends
we meet and dream about.
But the question remains, why are we survivors and what
is the purpose of life that often changes unplanned by us?
The cynical among us have an easy answer,
but they cannot tell you why they become suspicious and
why Adolf became Hitler.
The nearest answer I can think of is that life is a prelude
to a new existence, an astral life form free of ego and ownership
will not be asked, we are free
liberated of the life that weighed us down on earth.
God is not in this picture, an abstraction we give thanks to when a war ends
and pray to during a new war which is like wildfire
there are always conflicts that are not planned but just happen
on life on our planet.
humanity is like a lost child in an amusement park, the colours
of the blinking light are a warning, outside the park is dark we look
for guidance but cannot find the answer.
Peaceful mind is a worthy quality.
At rest, my body is the sum of air.
I will walk the road ahead tirelessly.
I can cross the shark's waters tall, no fear.
Belly rolls of laughter in the stillness.
Silence stunning, a strange symphonic muse.
Inwardly, absent wars construct wholeness.
Calm natures set creativity loose.
Nurture tranquil bases; struggle for peace.
Men are frothing waves tied to rebel seas.
Climb the mountain, nestle in the vale's crease.
Internal conflicts spur death and disease.
Herders and sages have found it by Starsearch -
solace can be won on this errant perch.
That pop you hear
is just another can of pinworms being opened
by the disgruntled, the entitled, the privileged.
Cackling about what they think they lack.
While ignoring the many things they do or could have.
They cluster together in a bait ball of perpetual misery
(of their own making).
Pointing stinky middle fingers at anybody that doesn't agree.
With their funhouse mirror philosophy...
In the (mean) time they grow fat off freebies.
Courtesy of (term limitless) pinkies in government.
Using the stinkies to divide the masses.
While taxing the crap out of the working class.
To perpetuate a two-class system made up of sheep herders and sheep.
With a big blue-collar hole in between....
and as long as the stinkies are miserable,
the pinkies have gotten what they want.
And will continue to fill our blue-collar noses
with the rose-colored snot of their bad intentions....
and that buzz that you'll soon be hearing
is the last of the sheep being sheared.
1st commandment "have no other god except me"
Should there be, He is impartial referee
2nd commandment "do not make idols"
It simply makes the two seem equal
3rd commandment "take His name not in vain"
If thou shall make out of it gains
4th commandment "remember the sabbath day and keep it holy"
For him to make all the 6 days struggles wholly
5th commandment "honor your father and your mother"
Also the elders and that shouldn't make you a smother
6th commandment "you shall not murder"
Like those before Corona herders
7th commandment "you shall not commit adultery"
Don't make it turn out to be your economic treasury
8th commandment "you shall not steal"
The worst is trying the whole lifetime to conceal
9th commandment "don't bear false witness against your neighbor"
Only God can help h/her with such labor
10th commandment "you shall not covet"
Not even pieces of paper inside the ballot
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11th commandment "follow your heart"
That's if you think it is smart.
12th commandment "rethink with your genuine mind"
To know how worthy if the kvetch affined
13th commandment "let go"
When at will, none is ready to burn down ego
14th commandment "living with the tragic"
But no one dares hold you if you turned it a magic
15th commandment "saints also do sin"
The difference is that they learned how to give in
16th commandment is "walk in-out like a stranger"
You will sincerely be given respect like danger
17th commandment "no one is perfect"
Even pastors do misdirect
18th commandment "you should place a tag"
But don't dare try to brag
19th commandment "no one has ever return with heaven's video tape"
Not even a single audiotape
20th commandment "be empty of worrying"
After all, no one can tell of himself foreseeing...
"Isaac’s servants dug in the valley and discovered a well of fresh water there. But the herders of Gerar quarreled with those of Isaac and said, “The water is ours!” Genesis 26:19-20
Do you hear argument’s doorbell?
Jealousy causes a groundswell
like a sink hole.
Antagonists are raising hell
over an underground bombshell
greed's sordid goal.
Contentious opinions foretell
what sounds like a solemn death knell.
Isaac would bid anger farewell;
he'd forgo harm, refuse to yell,
showing control.
He'd breathe deeply, hot air expel
before maddening tempers swell.
Like him, extol
peacetime; just dig another well;
be forgiving. Ring freedom's bell.
He sang seven songs of freedom
Whilst his cat danced a jig
And his monkey rode side saddle
On this pot bellied young pig
And the people of the village
All looked at him in awe
For none had ever seen
His like and type before
As they .peeped from the trees
He could see tapping feet
As he switched up the volume
And speeded up the beat
And they flooded in to the open
Left the shelter of their trees
At first just a little slowly
Then out in twos and threes
And the herders came and took them
Marched them to their ships of grey
That scoured through the skies
Of the endless Milky Way
And the forest seemed so silent
Not a sound to be heard
A silence finally broken
By the singing of a bird
And the projected image
Of the singer and his pets
Continued to perform
For a little while yet
Until the coming night
Cut solar batteries one by one
And as darkness bathed the clearing
The singer flickered and was gone
Sky looks, at this eventide, like an ocean of rainbows.
Has the almighty sprinkled his bright-dark contract of his sum aggregation of the entirety of everything and caboodle of his wholeness thickly on this evening canvas?
Birds fly beneath the skies like black jets with red-moon shine.
Are dust and broken pieces of the heavenly rainbows spread over hills and valleys? Grass clusters and meadows of multiple bouquet blossoms seem to say amen to the almighty moving and dwelling within the gentle breeze that carries him over mountains, seas, and oceans.
Herders walk their herds back to their byres and feed them with fodder and quench their thirst with feed-mixed tonic water.
Cocks and hens have entered their coops and have started closing their eyes as though in Zen meditation.
Hustles and bustles of the huts and corteges rise and fall like low and high pitches of harmonious concerts and slowly come to an end as kids start dosing their eyes and stop crying.
With my close-knit small family, I relish and nourish the simple supper prepared by million hands from the east, west, north, and south of my nation and brought to my table by the agape-filled affection of my family bond.
My heart enters in its inner shrines of conscience and consciousness and gently unites with the eternal spirit dwelling therein and lay on the laps of lady night with a loving lullaby of Pasithea, Huina, Nyx, and Nidra Devi, the goddesses of sleep.
cherubim movements
spirits, saints, and angels sail
peace in pinnacle
A sliver of October moon
sinks slow into the western night
and the life of a billion stars
begin to fade beyond my sight
The black curtain of night dissolves
as colors flare the eastern sky
The glorious hues of morning
proudly herald a new sunrise
Heaven's light spreads o'er the valley
telling all the world to arise
Bright autumn leaves upon the trees
mimic the grandeur of the sky
Sunflowers turn their golden heads
to the promise of what's to come
A melody from wings on high
sing a joyous praise to the sun
I get a little misty eyed
as other cowboy start to come
Can't help but feel a little sad
that this night-herders job is done