Living Hope

A Letter To Hope


I have never met you woman, but I imagine how presentable you might be
Usually it is not a case of mystery for me but you oh woman immersed me into
Thoughts of deep reasoning. And through out my counsel I have found you worthy of good admiration, yes good woman I have found what sparks me.

 I hope you to be good and righteousness,  eager to please the Father
being a testimony to many who are ignorant about the righteousness of a
solid strong woman. Striving for perfection and showing the world that it
Is possible to be in right standing and be harmless in the sight of mankind

 I hope you to be calm and controlling of your spirit when you are faced
With cruel circumstances of life. A wise proverbial woman never vents
Out with all might to bring vengeance upon her opposer yet with graciousness
She quietly makes her prayer known to the lover of her colourful soul.

I hope you be wise and vigilant, screening with such scrutiny the goings and
Comings of each soul you meet on the streets of promises. As man has been
Corrupted, surely no one is holy and pure who roams around on the soils
Of earth. Find wisdom and your world will be a joy to be a part of.

 I hope you to be lovable, do not grow cold as the perceptions in time change
Selfishness,  greed, pride and egotistical, you should be far from. They make
You empty and destructive.  Even though hated and rejected, love anyhow
And love anyway. For if you love then you have the heart of the God of love.

 Hope differed maketh the heart sick, and if you are not a woman of hope
Then the hearts of your loved ones will be sick. It is through a woman that
Things are born and given life, and it can only be a woman that suffocates and
Kills it. Be hope, give hope, live hope, hope yourself then I and the inhabitants
Of the earth will call you A WRITTEN AND READ LETTER OF HOPE



DEDICATED TO MBALEE CDU

A fling that got away

SUNSET

I long for the sunset that reminded me of long walks on the beach
Side by side with bear feet, you my lover and friend would rub my
Supple hands to give me serenity. Your assurance gave me hope
For your never ending existence, we sat down, weary and in need 
Of rest, we drew funny images of ourselves.
We leaped from where we were to a place we had never been,
Long forgotten we let silence be our lord as we watch the sun slumbering.

 I long for the sunset that reminded me of the high climbs on a friendly
Mountain. When we saw the creatures of the curious rocks, the chirp of
Colourful birds, the buzzing of bees that see all sorts of flowers Royal.
I cried, the beauty on sight was majestic, as the rays gave life to my crystal
Tear drops. You then came closer to me to dry them out with care, kissed
 With trust of being mine forever.
As the sun began to set, you set your heart to wickedness to harm my feelings
The sun set to sleep and so did my love for you.
My dreamy stranger from an unknown place in time

To a son that has no gratitude

SORROWS


Let me shift the focus a little, to focus on something you take for granted daily

You fail to please the heart of a man who provides for you

Clothes you and shelters you, he taps you on the shoulder, To make

 his presence known and felt, Even then you say not thank you Papa. 

You despise him just because he doesn't give you what you want

When you want it and how you want it. Mother tries to

 make you see the love demonstrated, yet in Your interpretation,

 it is love deprived. Still no word of thanks giving from your lips.

He takes what mummy taught you theoretically and applies it practically

To teach you life, but in your eyes he is uncool and old fashioned

Shame is all over you and since he has no cool in his bloody veins. 

He is really trying with determination to make his son to be a good man

Still no thank you Papa

Deep down inside Papa hurts so badly, confiding in his fellow man

About his seed that fails to reap good fruit, you still think that he cries not

Well think again brother of mine, he weeps bitterly for you oh ungrateful son

Suddenly the calamities of life befall hour daddy and he is no more . Your Papa was thankful to God for you everyday and 

Appreciating the golden vessel of honour to nurse you and nurture you.

Now that Papa is no more, thanks giving invites you to a world of

Gratitude and humility,  with everything and everyone precious

Who's Papa are you  going to thank now

Beyond the grave he can't hear your thankful words, he can't see your

Sobbing eyes of guilt, he can't tap you on the shoulder like he used to

making his presence once more known.  Start to be thankful to mum for 

Loving and caring environment she provides you with because once 

God steps in as a Father, weeping will endure in the night and a lesson

Of life for an ungrateful soul will be learnt

Do not be a proverb of a ungrateful son who existed once upon a time

A seed of disaster and a fruit of curse in the eyes of an elder