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Mwila The Poet Poem
From their backs being the beds
Of comfort for the children crying,
To being the chefs in the kitchen
Preparing 'out of the world' cuisines.
Their hearts, a deep ocean
Of love, tenderness and caring
Their arms wide open for hugs of warmth,
To whom can you compare them?
They are stars, always shining
Yet barely appreciated,
They are waters,
Daily quenches thirsts
Yet barely appreciated,
They are diamonds,
Rare to find
yet priceless in value,
I wonder what value the would be
Without them
Copyright © Mwila The Poet | Year Posted 2024
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When in a night
so dark, scary and lonely,
With your heart so burdened and uptight,
When your claim, ' small me - big God,'
makes you feel like your prayers
are nothing more than an ant's whispers
in an elephant's ear - useless.
When you feel tired and worthless,
like one fourth the tree remaining in the ground
while a third of it is cut down,
Do not not lose hope, remember he says,
"For there is hope of a tree, if it be cut down, that it will sprout again, and that the tender branch thereof will not cease."
Christ will revitalize you.
Copyright © Mwila The Poet | Year Posted 2024
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In the quietness of the morning,
Awakened by the sounds of birds chirping,
I sit by the lake and gaze at the waters flowing,
Then bit by bit and little by little, just like the waters,
His [Jesus] Peace fills my heart
As he whispers His comforting words,
"Be still and know, that I am Christ."
Copyright © Mwila The Poet | Year Posted 2024
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It wasn't the betrayal itself that shattered me,
but the smiles that masked the hatred.
It was the deceit behind the love they wore,
and the realization that every shared laughter
was a facade for the knives they held.
It's not the betrayal itself that shattered me,
but how I let them unravel the secrets of my heart,
offering my vulnerability to their sight.
It really isn't the betrayal that shattered me—
it was the ease with which they daggered my heart,
with no regard for the friendship I once held sacred.
It was the innocence in their eyes,
and the cold truth: my heart was never worth
what I believed it to be.
©Mwila The Poet 2025
Copyright © Mwila The Poet | Year Posted 2025
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In days when storms do seem to overwhelm me,
And nights when darkness feels too heavy;
The moments when day breaks seem too foggy,
And my eyes cannot see the joy said to come in the morning—
Thou art my Comforter.
In phases when the enemies do surround me,
And it seems that their weapons are prospering;
Moments when the enemies' agenda seems to prevail,
And my heart doth lose its hope to hail—
Thou, O Lord, art a Shield for me.
Thou, O Lord, art my Glory;
With Thee in my boat, in a boisterous storm, I have victory.
Thou upholdest me with Thy right hand—like a champion I am;
I have won against the enemy, for he trembleth at the mention of Thy name.
Copyright © Mwila The Poet | Year Posted 2026
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