Poetry

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IN THE FOOTSTEPS OF JESUS

By / Dec 10, 2024

Have you ever thought about the story of Jesus, really thought about it and
Tried to put yourself in his shoes?
Have you thought about how he was born into a humble family and home
Stepping down from His heavenly throne
He was never boastful or proud
To give His life for others was His vow
A king on a donkey
Into Jerusalem He rode
He walked amongst the earthly crowd
Service became His sacrifice
Despite being denied He was
Not once,
Not twice
But thrice

Have you thought about His life and
how He lived to serve those he came to save?
Jesus stepped down from heaven
And right into service He came
He taught and He healed
To serve is a gift
But to use your gift to serve others,
That is love
That’s all He asked really,
Is that we love others as He loved us
To be as He was, a living sacrifice
His body broken for us,
Whipped and tortured
But what defined His life was his acts
Of love through service;

How could you not love and worship
A man that gave everything so freely
So that you and I could experience
Joy, peace and His presence so deeply
He was found feeding a crowd of people,
Or washing the feet of His disciples
Touching the hands of the lost
And healing people with a soft touch
An example to us to follow and not
To sit idle
Offer yourselves as a living sacrifice
This is true worship
Not the glitz and glam that the world
Offers
Which is merely temporary
But an act so pure
A tortured heart it could cure

Yes, I know
The shoes of Jesus are much to fill
But to strive for such acts
Is truly God’s will
Take a minute and think about it
the world is already so dark;
Children are dying and hope seems so far
Families are being torn apart
And love is becoming a quote on a
Piece of art
Instead of it being a physical part
Of our daily life

I sometimes try to imagine what went on in
The mind of our Lord Jesus
And I can’t begin to imagine what He must
Have thought of us
To give His life, to die
On a cross with a crown of thorns
Dug into his head
Can you comprehend,
What willpower and strength it took
For Him to walk that long rode up
To Golgotha
Carrying His own cross
Knowing what was waiting when
He got up there
Can you do that for that person standing next to you
Even though you don’t even know him or
Her from the size of their shoe
But that’s the beauty in this whole story, isn’t it?
Jesus knew us before the world even
Saw us

When Jesus walked on water
It wasn’t just for show
But to teach us to remain calm
And keep our eyes focused on Him
during all of life’s storms
He lived out His purpose
And through us it should continue
A sacrifice at all costs
Through the life of a servant

Jesus was and is the ultimate influencer
His ways are not just trends for a season
But a way of life
Tried and tested
For more than two thousand years

Make that move now and
Step into service
This is the mission
That was given

Is that not what the word of God says;
That whoever say they remain in Christ
Should walk as Christ did?
We have been called, for Jesus suffered for us
Not just so that we can be saved but so that we might
Remember Him and live and love and serve as He did
We are to be imitators of our Lord Jesus
With hearts and hands open to the possibility of being
Able to give to others

Because at the end of the day,
Jesus did not come
To be served but to serve

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THE THEATRE

By / Nov 18, 2024

Many stories have been told and so many artists have seen their dreams come true and so many others are yet to be realised.
A place where art is expressed in so many forms. A place where audiences laugh, cry, shout for joy, and gasp in amazement.
Where you and I can see ourselves represented through movement, dance, and storytelling.
A place where some enter for the very first time and others bow out for the finale.
The curtain opens and then it closes.
The stage is imprinted with the footprints of ballet dancers, musicians, and actors leaving it all on the stage, baring their souls in hopes that the stories they tell and the scars they share might be beautiful to someone.

And then it’s done.
The show is over.
The applause has died down and the theatre is empty.
The only remnants are empty wrappers and coke bottles on the floor
and a heartbeat echoing off the walls.

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A ROAD ALL TRAVEL

By / Oct 21, 2024

This life has moved swiftly
My hair has greyed
My skin has paled
i’m a little rounder
plumper
Objects may appear closer than what they are
i hardly wear make-up now
i tire easily
and I have aches and pains i picked up


Along the way
A train came and
i travelled the years


My story changed
as i turned the page
and in the middle of the plot
the characters too changed

i found myself in the middle of a poem


and then i stopped reading
not wanting to know how the story unfolded
Now i am here
Hardly recognising the person
i see reflected in the window
the strangeness of a dream lingers
familiar yet
unknown

                      A few cracks and bruises
                      no one could have seen it coming
                      Watching the world go by in a 
                      darkened tunnel

But there is light,
there is always light
as long as you’re willing to dig
through the rubble
i see it now
as this joyride slows
everything comes back into perspective


i am not yet done.

EGO

By / Sep 9, 2024

Ego.

Ego will make you forget your gift.
It will make you doubt if you even have one.
It will make you chase and covert for someone else’s portion.
Ego will make you place self-importance on yourself that doesn’t exist and get upset when no one else sees it.
Ego will make you lose your identity because you’ll be so busy trying to be someone you’re not.
It will depress you because you’ll end up unhappy in your skin.
Ego will make you chase after praise and adoration while you forget to praise and adore the One who made you.
Ego will feed you false confidence while serving you a buffet of insecurity.

Ego will make you want to quit the fight and then kick you once you’re down.
Ego will tell you that you’re not good enough while you’re doing what you’ve been called for.

It will harden your heart and build walls around you with bricks named;
“I don’t need help” “I can do it on my own” “I don’t need anyone else”

Ego will leave you lonely and isolated, with your nose turned up toward those who try to break down those very walls.

The ego is not your friend.
It’s the lie we tell ourselves when we look in the mirror and say,
“That’s just who I am”

THE BUS STOP

By / Aug 28, 2024

I used to be embarrassed and annoyed to stand by the bus stop and wait for the bus to arrive.
But now I realize what a gift it is,
I am closer to the earth, closer to people.

I can smell the putrid smell of urine and smoke.
I can feel the thunder of the vehicles as they speed by.
I can look people in their eyes as I make way for them to pass around me.
I can see the doves pecking at some invisible piece of food left, probably by the vendor that sits at the same place every day, selling the same stale snacks and single cigarettes.
I can feel the wind in my eyes and the small leaves from the tree above me, fall onto my head, like rain.

My senses are awake and I too am aware.

I see the sweet elderly couple marching past me, dressed in their Sunday best,

even though it’s a Wednesday afternoon.

I hear the non-stop blaring of the taxis as they race past me, trying to fill up their seats so they can fill up their bellies.

There’s a homeless man on a bicycle, risking traffic to cross the street, not at all confident in the two wheel transportation, which is probably the only thing he owns.

I see the people by the traffic lights, handing out pamphlets for a car wash or your next real estate that you simply must have. Their bucket hats drawn down low as the sun hits down on their backs.

The half torn pamphlets on the street poles tell a different story, messages of finding a lost lover and maybe possibly becoming a better lover yourself.

It makes me wonder how many people have dialed that number.

I see them, the people in their cars, sitting with their thoughts,
probably daydreaming of a different place and time
and it is here where they allow me to bring their stories to life.

Colourful, interesting, sometimes happy and sometimes sad. Neither here nor there.

What a privilege it is to see people as they are from where I stand.

I see my bus finally arrive, a little relieved and a little sad because now I have to stop telling their stories and go make my own.

I used to be embarrassed to wait for the bus stop but now I realize, sometimes, that’s  exactly where I am supposed to be.

Her beauty

HER BEAUTY

By / Jan 16, 2024

Her eyes shine like diamonds,
even when filled with tears.
Her smile rivals the sun,
even when upside down.
Her voice blends in with the birds in the
morning, even when it cracks.
Her walk turns everyone’s heads,
even when her energy is low.
Her hands provide the softest of touches,
even when they are trembling.
Her aura is full of love and positivity,
even when surrounded by hate.
Her personality is always bubbly,
even when the room has gone flat.
Her love is similar to the comfort of the softest pillow,
even when sharp and deadly.
Her mind is as powerful as a computer,
even when it breaks down.
Her soul speaks louder than her words,
even when it is hidden.
Her heart is caring and loving,
even when it is broken.
Her heart is sensitive and vulnerable,
even when it is locked behind barriers.

She is beautiful,
even when she doesn’t truly see it.
.

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A LOVE LIKE THIS

By / Dec 17, 2023
Have you ever had someone look at you
Like you were the sun?
Beautiful and fiery.
Passionate and addictive.
Our love was fast and hard.
Explosive and tender.
It erased who we thought we were and made us new.
It made us one.
It connected us, vessel to vessel.
I am reaching out, and I fit perfectly.
I think of him, and I no longer feel alone.
We are one. I am a part of him, and he is a part of me.
Not only through physical intimacy,
but our souls, our minds and our hearts
embedded onto the blueprint of the other.
Although a comfortable pace and routine remain now,
the fire still burns.
I feel it. I know he does, too.
I don’t need him to live and breathe.
He breathes life into my spirit.
He does not define me.
My heart’s love for him is defined by who he is.
Knowing he is living and breathing on this planet,
even apart, makes me feel safe.
It makes me feel that all is right in this world.
He is the moon to my stars.
The sky to my sun.
Magnificent apart
But
Exceptionally wonderful together.
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TIME

By / Nov 5, 2023

Do you realize that time never stops?
It’s always moving.
Sometimes it flutters by like a butterfly
And other times it strolls past, in no rush
With all at ease.
But it is always moving forward.
Changing.
Even when we don’t.
Especially when we don’t.
Time keeps moving.
It truly waits for no one
It doesn’t check or looks back
To see if you’re following or keeping up
It doesn’t shout back and tells you to hurry up.
Time is it’s own master

And you can either be it’s slave
Or it’s partner

It feels no pity for you
It doesn’t share in your joy when you make it
It doesn’t get angry when you ask it to wait or slow down
Time is determined
It is disciplined
It is silent in its dominance
It knows nothing of excuses or procrastination
It changes days and seasons
It moves with purpose and answers to no one
Time has no attachments
It does not love
It does not own
It does not desire
And in that lies it’s power.

everything beautiful

EVERYTHING BEAUTIFUL

By / Sep 27, 2023

Everything beautiful is what I desire
Walking on the beach, shoes in hand
A sunset or sunrise peeking over the horizon
Rainy days in a warm library
I smell old and lovely books before I even turn their pages
Long walks with no destination but everywhere to explore
Fields of wildflowers, long stretches of open land
And the purest of air I can breath
I desire to get away from the hustle and bustle
The concrete jungle, if you will
I want to create snow angels and see thousands of stars
Shine back at me as I lay on fresh-cut grass
The life I desire is simple
Close but somehow still out of reach
It is everything beautiful
Mountainous views that seem as if they reach right up to heaven
It is almost like it is God’s footstool
Everything Beautiful
Everything that brings peace, serenity, love and joy
That is what my heart desires.

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I STILL LOVE SAD POEMS

By / Sep 10, 2023

I still love sad poetry.
I love to know that hearts are still able to heal after suffering.
It brings me comfort to know that loneliness doesn’t last.
I smile when I think Spring comes after Winter,
and the sun still rises in the morning.
I still love sad poetry.
It brings me hope when days are long and nights are cold.
I still believe in new beginnings when I read stanzas of tears on a page, and I see broken hearts in the smiles of strangers.
I still love sad poetry.
I still write sad poetry.
It makes me feel, and it makes me think,
and it helps me remember the days when I wasn’t sad.