Life is a journey up a mountain
rugged and tall.
I've climbed to the crest, and am
now descending the other side.
Soon I'll stand in a valley deep,
where all men must stand...
I've left no fame or fortune
along the way, only footprints...
Footprints, that I pray will guide
someone else along the way.
The peace which other seek they find;
The heaviest storms not longet last;
Heaven grants even to the guiltiest mind
An amnesty for what is past;
When will my sentence be reversed?
I only pray to know the worst;
And wish as if my heart would burst.
O weary struggle! silent year
Tell seemingly no doubtful tale;
Women of courage, women of strength ,
Women of faith and devotion.
Mothers of children with spirits so strong
Who may have unbridled imaginations. REFRAIN: They are women, women of courage
They are Christians, towers of strength.
They are women who put Jesus first in life
Show’ ring His love on all those they greet. Women with losses, women who love,
Whose strength and whose courage comes from above,
Whether they're mothers; or loving Aunties,
It's plain to see Jesus’ love shines through them. REFRAIN: They are women, women of courage
Fair is our lot -- O goodly is our heritage!
(Humble ye, my people, and be fearful in your mirth!)
For the Lord our God Most High
He hath made the deep as dry,
He hath smote for us a pathway to the ends of all the Earth!
Yea, though we sinned -- and our rulers went from righteousness --
Deep in all dishonour though we stained our garments' hem.
Oh be ye not dismayed,
Though we stumbled and we strayed,
When I count the seeds
That are sown beneath,
To bloom so, bye and bye—
When I con the people
Lain so low,
To be received as high—
I saw a lone walker once
Left hanging like a high five
Bottom of some steps
Leading to a hospital
I joked with someone near
“Seen any flaming chariots swoop by?”
They didn’t get it
Or maybe they did
Looking up at the sky
Trying to make sense of it all
How do the stars neither fly
Nor tumble and fall?
Isn’t it great
This unique ability
Our own fragility
“Loving only each other”, - you said, sipping a pink gin and tonic, -
“Is as silly as loving no one. Desires are circular,
Hence, no action or inaction acquires anything new
Beyond what we already have”.
A cold breeze blew through the wooden door of the pub,
Left open by careless waitress, who was busy checking
Messages from her ex. The hall de-colourized to black-and-white,
As the game of lights shifted the room’s coziness to semi-darkness.
Brisk is the way that he speaks
shouts the name of his father (brother?)
the quickness of his step that can't be changed
whether we are all alive and happy
or whether we are all dead and cold;
Tide of the midnight ocean soon to peak.
The turtles crawl to the moon their souls seek.
Across the golden front they go to war,
A kindness to those who don’t reach the shore.
Comfort sought in the chaos of clashing waves.
No tombstones beside their premature graves.
Who bears the burden for those who are cursed?
How about fate like music well rehearsed?
One turtle reaches the shoreline with grace,
One is cursed with thoughts it can not erase.