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Nokuthula Lumba Poem
Dear depression.
Hi old friend.
Greetings to you from myself and writer's block... The two of us have developed quite a bond over the last couple of weeks.
You should know that I am writing this letter to you from the comforts of our old favourite meeting spot.
In the darkness of the shadows of my mind penetrated by midnight moonlight.
It reminds me of where we first met.
In a little dark place called pain bordered by the complacency of a lost soul..
I remember how you wrapped your arms around me in an empty embrace and told me only you could complete me
But strangely not one fraction of my being felt whole..
I wonder
How I ever tripped and fell face first head over heels in love with your lies disguised as truths
I don't know why, but I shiver
Every time I think of the poison I willingly drunk from the cup you offered to me.
That bitter after taste it had? I believe you called it fate.
And I actually believed that was so...a lifetime ago, when I had no knowledge of Philippians four verse eight.
Don't think I've forgotten about that trip we took down memory lane
You drove ..me crazy for hours as I gazed out of the window of my own expectations when you caused me pain... So much pain
The way you'd pound what I knew
Till it was no longer black and white but black and blue..
These scars and bruises...a testament of what I went through.. with you.
You told me to keep us a secret. That what we had was too beautiful to share.
Of course I never witnessed the beauty because you continued to blindfold me with despair.
Enough of this rant you should know that I've moved on now... I met someone else.
In the midst of all that darkness he appeared as a ray of light through a pierced window.
He held me close and told me I'm a new creation...
Mercifully chosen to receive his salvation..
No longer bound by the bewildering nature of my past situation..
Now an unworthy participant in his divine sanctification..
I'm telling you...he loves me
So much so that he gave his life that I might gain life and have it abundantly..
So I don't need you anymore.. hope you understand clearly..
I'm returning the garments of guilt, shame and regret that you once said looked great on me...
He gave me robes of white and wasted no time in introducing me to The Father as his Bride.
And now my last name is no longer 'condemned' as I walk daily with The LORD, by his side.
Depression, I have moved on from your lies to what is true
I can only hope others will too.
Yours sincerely
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Copyright © Nokuthula Lumba | Year Posted 2018
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Nokuthula Lumba Poem
A gentle winter breeze
Rustling the leaves
Dancing on my skin
I can feel you there.
An echo in the wind
Calling to those who've sinned
Harkening them to follow
I can feel you there.
A crystal flowing stream,
Quiet as it may seem,
Holds and carries life,
Proof that you are there
Winged creatures taking flight,
Soaring in broad daylight;
Fingerprints on their feathers
So we can see you there
A predator at it's prey,
Feasting for the day;
Gruel as it may seem
Is evidence you are there.
Hills and valleys on land,
The works of your mighty hand;
Crafted to perfection.
Surely, you are there.
A single life unborn,
A tiny human taking form,
The potter moulding at his clay;
So they can see that he is there.
A sturdy evergreen tree,
Tall enough that they might see.
The answer to their question;
A resounding , "GOD IS THERE."
Copyright © Nokuthula Lumba | Year Posted 2018
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I saw a sailor ride through a storm once.
I watched him struggle as I stood on dry land
I saw him shake his fists towards the heavens
and I watched the waves ripple
effectively through his seed like faith as his boat swayed from side to side and I mocked him.
I called him weak....spineless and yelled
"Look at him! He fell apart at the sight of a few grey clouds. Where lies his so-called faIth"
Then came my time to venture into the storm
The waves hit harder
The night seemed darker.
I called out into silence for help and there came no answer.
The boat swayed.. I watched my faith fade.
I shook my clenched fists,
I fell apart
I became him.. I became the very sailor I mocked
Copyright © Nokuthula Lumba | Year Posted 2022
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