Posted in Poetry

THE CASE

Bring up your cause so we can hear

Speak in reason which you hold so strong

Witness unto us the deed that has been done

Show us the acts that distressed your peace

What they may be, considerations will be made

 

Affliction comes not forth of the dust

Neither trouble spring out of the ground

Where is your beauty, we would like to know?

Your heart has become darker than coal

Even your skin cleaves onto your bones.

 

Bitterness rules your desolate life like a tyrant

Is thy grief is heavier than the sand of the sea

That you drive your throat hoarse

As if the terrors of death have fallen upon you

Why not give up the ghost then?

 

No I will not give up my ghost

It is my essence of existence, my identity, my pedigree

I am not bitter, am just exasperated

Because people lie and make it sound normal.

 

Why does humankind pretend to be good yet we are all savages?

Ready to pound on others and celebrate their misfortunes

My heart was once white, but humankind has made it dark

Like soot in a kettle, it blackens everyday

 

I am bitter of the injustices meted daily by humankind

Of slavery, racism, colonialism, terrorism, ethnic cleaning and religious profiling

If all religions speak of peace, why do we have so much wars

We flock in churches, mosques and synagogues, yet inside we are vile

We are evil, conniving and cunning, yet in religion we veil

 

We hurt, cheat, kill and later turn our bloody hands to shake our victims

We applaud the evil doers, and condemn the morally right

The chaste ones are ridiculed, shunned like a deadly disease

We pretend to be saints in front of camera,

Yet we have daggers underneath the table

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Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized

A PSALM OF LIFE

Tell me not, in mournful number,

Life is but an empty dream!”

For the soul is dead that slumber;

And things are not what they seem.

Life is real! Life is earnest!

And the grave is not it’s goal;

“Dust thou art, to dust returnest,”

Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,

Is our destined end or way;

But to act, that each to- morrow

Finds us farther than to-day.

Art is long and time is fleeting,

And thou our hearts, thou stout and brave;

Still, like muffled drums are beating

Funereal marches to the grave.

In the world’s broad field of battle,

In the bivouac of life,

Be not dumb, driven cattle!

Be a hero in the strife!

Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant!

Let the dead Past bury its dead!

Act, act in the living Present!

Heart within, and God overhead!

Lives of great men all remind us

We can make our lives sublime,

And, departing, leave behind us

Footprints on the sands of time.

Footprints, that perhaps another,

Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,

A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,

Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us, then, be up and doing,

With a heart for any fate;

Still achieving, still pursuing

Learn to labor and to wait.

By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Posted in Inspire

WHO IS A REAL CHRISTIAN?

Philippians 3:3
For we are the circumcision, which worship God in the spirit, and rejoice in Christ Jesus, and have no confidence in the flesh.

Who is a REAL CHRISTIAN? This is a wide topic, I have to admit, believing that by the grace of God and the guidance of the Holy Spirit you will find words that will bring an awakening into your life. Will make you put your life on the weighing scales of the Word and check yourself. Let us judge ourselves lest we be judged.

In a world where, there are so many churches and people seem to have a religious aspic in everything they do. Living lives so organized that one may envy or be influenced by it. On Sundays, people flock and fill the pews in different churches all over the world to sing, pray and more so to listen to the Word. But now, there’s always something astonishing about this, every church has their own doctrine, teachings, systems and order of doing things. And every member of each congregation will stand boldly and claim that their church or their pastor, bishop or priest is right. The truth of the matter is that there’s a lot of confusion in all this.

The wind blows where it listeth;
though cannot tell which way
it come or where it’s going.
So is everyone who is a christian
that’s borned of the Spirit.

Paul wrote in Romans 10: 2 – 4 ; “For I bear them record that they have a zeal of God, but not according to knowledge. For they being ignorant of God’s righteousness, and going about to establish their own righteousness, have not submitted themselves unto the righteousness of God. For Christ is the end of the law for righteousness to everyone that believeth.” Paul was speaking of the Israelites at that time, though now it seems we are falling along the same path hence the critical question… Who is a REAL CHRISTIAN?