My heart’s been broken a number of times
My heart’s been bruised
My heart’s been in the fire
My heart’s been rejected
My heart’s not at all protected
My heart’s mended remarkably well for such a tempestuous affair called life
When I sit back and reflect
How else could I have ridden this storm?
How else could I have known what I know?
I had to let it be
I had to risk rejection
I had to experience the hurt,
I had to experience the pain
Without knowing the hurt and the pain how else could I know love?
With a closed heart I wouldn’t get hurt, neither would I know love
I cannot close it off due to this heartache
It too will pass
It’s big a risk, I risk ridicule
It’s a risk I’m willing to always take
Otherwise how am I to really know life in its abundance?
As clear as mud
My thoughts get muddled up
It’s been happening quite a lot recently
I’ve got an inkling I know why. I’m expecting
I’m expecting good news
I’m expecting a change
So why the mud?
I’ve been lazy.
As of now I relinquish that flag
I noticed I’ve been saying it quite a lot
I almost got to the point of owning it
It’s one of those things I guess
But not for me
I know better
And so I act
Back to life
It’s been happening quite a lot recently
I’ve got an inkling I know why. I’m expecting
I’m expecting good news
I’m expecting a change
So why the mud?
I’ve been lazy.
As of now I relinquish that flag
I noticed I’ve been saying it quite a lot
I almost got to the point of owning it
It’s one of those things I guess
But not for me
I know better
And so I act
Back to life
Ezekiel 33
This is a very strong scripture in my view.
"So thou, O son of man, I have set thee a watchman unto the house of Israel; therefore thou shalt hear the word at my mouth, and warn them from me. "-Ezekiel 33:7
"Son of man, I have made thee a watchman unto the house of Israel: therefore hear the word at my mouth, and give them warning from me." -Ezekiel 3:17
I hadn’t noticed that the above verse appears almost twice
Repetition for emphasis?
Could be
Indeed I am my brother’s keeper.
Whichever way one may look at the chapter
At the end of it all we are more or less compelled to be watchmen.
The knowledge we have makes us such
We cannot keep quiet when we see someone erring
We cannot keep silent when we see people do wrong
We cannot keep silent when we see people without knowledge
We cannot keep silent when people misread The Word
We cannot keep silent when someone does not know The Word
We cannot keep silent when The Word is hidden from some
Speak we should
Speak we shall
Speak, I do.
"So thou, O son of man, I have set thee a watchman unto the house of Israel; therefore thou shalt hear the word at my mouth, and warn them from me. "-Ezekiel 33:7
"Son of man, I have made thee a watchman unto the house of Israel: therefore hear the word at my mouth, and give them warning from me." -Ezekiel 3:17
I hadn’t noticed that the above verse appears almost twice
Repetition for emphasis?
Could be
Indeed I am my brother’s keeper.
Whichever way one may look at the chapter
At the end of it all we are more or less compelled to be watchmen.
The knowledge we have makes us such
We cannot keep quiet when we see someone erring
We cannot keep silent when we see people do wrong
We cannot keep silent when we see people without knowledge
We cannot keep silent when people misread The Word
We cannot keep silent when someone does not know The Word
We cannot keep silent when The Word is hidden from some
Speak we should
Speak we shall
Speak, I do.
That word- BEG
I’ve been going thru life sometimes with my eyes closedI remember my early youth daysI remember my late youth daysI know what’s up right nowBut still I can say that sometimes my eyes are wide shut as I go thru life
More on that later-possibly another post
Beg
That word, I hate
Truly I hate the word
I hate it more when people want me to beg
I NEVER beg
Call it pride
Call it being to general
Call it just before my fall
I still will NOT beg
I wasn’t brought up to do such
I’ve never had to do such
OK, maybe I’ve had to but I’ve never done it
I just will not beg
You may have the upper hand
You may have what I need
But be warned
Coz I won’t beg doesn’t mean I won’t get what I need
It just means I’ll get it from somewhere else
I will not be begging that other person either
I know in whom I’ve put my trust
My Creator never created me to beg
He’s My Provider
Maybe, just maybe
You’ve seen that my eyes are wide shut and you believe I will beg
You got it all wrong
I will not.
More on that later-possibly another post
Beg
That word, I hate
Truly I hate the word
I hate it more when people want me to beg
I NEVER beg
Call it pride
Call it being to general
Call it just before my fall
I still will NOT beg
I wasn’t brought up to do such
I’ve never had to do such
OK, maybe I’ve had to but I’ve never done it
I just will not beg
You may have the upper hand
You may have what I need
But be warned
Coz I won’t beg doesn’t mean I won’t get what I need
It just means I’ll get it from somewhere else
I will not be begging that other person either
I know in whom I’ve put my trust
My Creator never created me to beg
He’s My Provider
Maybe, just maybe
You’ve seen that my eyes are wide shut and you believe I will beg
You got it all wrong
I will not.
And the joy continues
Some things I never expect
Some things I’m delighted by
My expectations are not that low
I just sometimes feel undeserving
Seriously, I do.
That feeling of being overwhelmed with delight continues
I was pleasantly surprised this weekend at my mum’s
It was just so homey and welcoming
It was just plain unbelievable what came through
I just had to say thank you
Yeah, yeah
So they're my family it's bound to happen
Not to the degree it did and continues to happen
It's just simple joy
Oh! If only I could express it all in words
Just found the word.......
Some things I’m delighted by
My expectations are not that low
I just sometimes feel undeserving
Seriously, I do.
That feeling of being overwhelmed with delight continues
I was pleasantly surprised this weekend at my mum’s
It was just so homey and welcoming
It was just plain unbelievable what came through
I just had to say thank you
Yeah, yeah
So they're my family it's bound to happen
Not to the degree it did and continues to happen
It's just simple joy
Oh! If only I could express it all in words
Just found the word.......
Sublime!
Oh where oh, where art thou?
Seems my fellow writers’ inspiration is on a break
How so?
Well, they haven’t been writing in a long time
A very long time by their standards, ages for me
How would one write save they felt the need to write?
You feel an urge to write something down
It’s a channel of pouring out your insides, neatly
That feeling, that push
Somehow it has to be there for one to write
Prose it may be, free verse, or whatever
Write! Write!
Those words echo in my head
When I start I seldom stop
Not all is channelled through one outlet
At times I write to friends
Sometimes I write a poem to lift someone’s spirit
Write I must
But alas!
My dear friends are not in the mood right now
They have too much on their plate
They feel they shouldn’t let their thoughts right now be known
They feel they’ve lost that inner light
They don’t feel like writing
So, Inspiration where art thou?
My friends need you
I’m overwhelmed with you
Why dost thou sit by side all day long
All night long thou art by my side also
Maybe there’s some verse you need me to share
Maybe there’s a thread I’m not seeing
Maybe It’s not you Inspiration
That’s by my side right now
It could be cupid
But how so?
When did we last meet Cupid?
When did I last follow thy arrow?
No, it is not thou
It is Inspiration that has made his abode in my hands
Cupid’s knocking
Will I let him in?
Only if Inspiration promises to make his rounds once again
For if Cupid were to stay here like Inspiration
Oh, what a tragedy that could be
For when last Cupid and Inspiration abode at my hand
I did not cease writing till I almost wrote a book
Then they just left
Trot the globe they must
So that we long for their seasonal company
For if they stay here many hearts’ light will dim
And I will no longer enjoy their untimely company
Unplanned visits they need to pay to each one of us
And stay not for long perchance vain we become with words
And our heart’s always laid out bare.
How so?
Well, they haven’t been writing in a long time
A very long time by their standards, ages for me
How would one write save they felt the need to write?
You feel an urge to write something down
It’s a channel of pouring out your insides, neatly
That feeling, that push
Somehow it has to be there for one to write
Prose it may be, free verse, or whatever
Write! Write!
Those words echo in my head
When I start I seldom stop
Not all is channelled through one outlet
At times I write to friends
Sometimes I write a poem to lift someone’s spirit
Write I must
But alas!
My dear friends are not in the mood right now
They have too much on their plate
They feel they shouldn’t let their thoughts right now be known
They feel they’ve lost that inner light
They don’t feel like writing
So, Inspiration where art thou?
My friends need you
I’m overwhelmed with you
Why dost thou sit by side all day long
All night long thou art by my side also
Maybe there’s some verse you need me to share
Maybe there’s a thread I’m not seeing
Maybe It’s not you Inspiration
That’s by my side right now
It could be cupid
But how so?
When did we last meet Cupid?
When did I last follow thy arrow?
No, it is not thou
It is Inspiration that has made his abode in my hands
Cupid’s knocking
Will I let him in?
Only if Inspiration promises to make his rounds once again
For if Cupid were to stay here like Inspiration
Oh, what a tragedy that could be
For when last Cupid and Inspiration abode at my hand
I did not cease writing till I almost wrote a book
Then they just left
Trot the globe they must
So that we long for their seasonal company
For if they stay here many hearts’ light will dim
And I will no longer enjoy their untimely company
Unplanned visits they need to pay to each one of us
And stay not for long perchance vain we become with words
And our heart’s always laid out bare.
Morning has broken
A fresh new day
Full of promise
Full of hope
Full of life
Don't let a morning pass without giving praise
Just the fact that it has broken is reason enough for praise
Full of promise
Full of hope
Full of life
Don't let a morning pass without giving praise
Just the fact that it has broken is reason enough for praise
