He lived, they saw, they followed
He died, they feared, they burrowed
He lived, they heard
He lived, they saw, but burrowed
Or left: despair the venom
Seeping into the herd
The women gave a new testament
The dead man Heaven sent
Was dead no more.
The apostles gave same testament
He lived and died and under went
Then rose to more
But such witness may not suffice
And more of the Old opened the eyes
Of the walking pair
Maybe this age losing its sight
Can be hinged on this singular fact
That the New comes into light,
Still hidden the ancient artefacts
That prop the story up aright.
He lived, they saw, but burrowed
Even as witnesses gave testament
For they knew not of the Old,
Of prophets, and Solomon's gold
Of Ephraim, and Rehoboam
Of Susanna's guiltless sorrow
Maybe we can't see the Old in the New
And by keeping only the partial Testament
We worship ourself, call it Neo-testament,
Rejecting the Lord's call to go over anew,
From Genesis to see His grace anew
That at the breaking of the Bread
We may see His glorious Godhead.
(c) nyonglema
Higher he soars, the one who calls us to more
Eyes stare, the clouds do pirouettes
A silhouette against the advancing sky
Some cry distraught at it happening again:
What's to gain if the Master disappears?
Memories of the first mass
Bread broken, wine shared
Hope poured out, on sandy stone
On a hill gasping with bare bones
Break oh break, hard heart of mine
As our Lord leaves to another sublime clime.
Oh wake, oh wake hard heart of mine
The promises form out of the clay
Of the fabric of time before me
Hope covers my shivering body
In quotes of all that He uncovered
From our knowledge new discovered
What wisdom we missed, Isaiah!
For now, a silhouette against the advancing sky
He goes before us as advocate:
He lives.
(c) nyonglema
Words from today to stir a new tomorrow from yesterday
waghni 