Category: poetry

A Wish, A Will

How is one family scattered abroad?
You recognise your grandfather in a far away land but he speaks another language.
Your recognise your cousin in a far away land but he wears different clothings.

And they said, Go to, let us build us a city and a tower, whose top may reach unto heaven; and let us make us a name, lest we be scattered abroad upon the face of the whole earth.
my lord, my lord the covenant you have assigned me over: “Be fruitful and multiply, and replenish the earth, and subdue it; and have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over every living thing that moveth upon the earth”, has been violated by men, in that they are content, planned to settle and remain in one place.
“Confuse their tongue, so that they scatter abroad. My name will be exalted in all the earth.”
“Come, let Us go down and confuse their language, so that they will not understand one another’s speech.”
Chaos ensued, new likeness, new doctrines, new princes
Journeys into new lands

Jerusalem, Jerusalem, Jerusalem!!!
Chorused the disciples
My lord, my lord the covenant you have assigned me over:”.. and you shall be witnesses to me in Jerusalem, Judea, Samaria and the rest of the world”, has been violated in that they are content, planned to settle and remain in one place.
“Confuse their tongue, so that they scatter abroad. My name will be exalted in all the earth.”
“Come, let Us go down and confuse their language, so that they will not understand one another’s speech.”
Persecution, persecution, persecution !!!
Phillip ran like bolt to Samaria
Discord between Paul and Barnabas

O Tower of Babel; the Wish of man
Be desolate, be unfinished
My Will be fulfilled, My name be exalted in all the earth.

Christmas Poem

A Saviour is born today, so let’s go worship him.
Books about his birth and death had been written.
Where is he to be born they asked?
In Bethlehem they replied, for it is written: “But you, Bethlehem Ephrathah, who are small among the clans of Judah, out of you will come forth for Me One to be ruler over Israel, whose origins are of old, from the days of eternity”.

Joseph beheld the child with amazement as he yawns in his mother’s arms.
A miracle, a child not of his loins.
But alas, what he tagged a wonder was actually a Death Sentence.

In the throne room, Project “Reconciliation” was initiated.
God’s plan was birthed.
A death sentence was passed.
On earth a sacrificial lamb was born.

The magi couldn’t have read the mind of the Project Manager better.
His parents could not put a meaning to the profoundness of their gifts and words:
“We bring you gold: for your royalty; for you were, are and always be a King.
We bring you frankincense: for you are a God among men.
We bring you myrrh: for your burial, for execution of your death sentence.”

What is highly esteemed among men is an abomination before God.
What they perceived as a wonder, a miracle, was actually a Death Sentence awaiting execution. The lamb of God was born waiting to be slain.

Christmas Poem

What!!! No-ooh!!! Why?
Let’s not give it to the royals else they will think they deserve it.
Let’s give it to the young carpenter and his wife.
Let’s not give it to Rome else it will boost its pride.
Let’s give it to a village, Bethlehem of Judaea.
Let’s not give it to people who live in mansions else it will lose it’s significance.
Let’s give it to the homeless seeking shelter but found it in a manger.

Gather around, gather around says the chief music director. I have received a special command from the throne room to sing a song with the theme: “God’s gift to the low of estate”. We visiting earth for the rendition.

Earth? Asked one of the choir. Yes earth, you heard me right replied the chief music director.

Great!!! I am going to show those humans, they don’t know how to sing as much as we do. They will rewrite their music theories, Kings and Queens will stand in applause dream of us many years after the rendition praying we come again, exclaimed one of the choir with joy.

No, we are performing before shepherds and possibly their sheep, replied the chief music director.

Now the song I have composed that fits the theme is titled: “Joy to the World”. It goes like this:
‘Joy to the World
The Lord is come
Let earth receive her King in a manger’.

No, interrupted the chief music editor, let it be:
‘Joy to the World
The Lord is come
Let earth receive her king’.
For I reckon that The pride of Men will not take it; this irreconcilable thought of God will be unbearable for the ego of man. We need this song to exist for many years to come — It is God’s gift to the Low of Estate.