Light a fire upon the raging fire?
The wood shudders and writhes in pain
As fumes scoff at the deadly ire
Dancing about the dying twig, and it's plain:
Why add more fire to fire?
Seventy seven times seven is huge,
But sometimes barely sufficient to quell,
For forgiveness of the Scrooge
Is the silence of a storm-tossed city bell;
But this would cull the deluge:
(For the twig is now bent over,
Both sides seeking trust in combustibles,
The dance of shadows now groovier
Human life precious, now just expendable,
From a spark to a supernova)
That we had that mustard seed!
Barely perceptible, yet full of potential
Calling us eagerly to heed
The Master laying bare the essentials:
Grow faith, reach the mustard seed,
Hold the cycle of hate at bay!
With one act of kindness, a precious flower
Growing in the concrete today
Is the start of the end of destruction's power
Mustard seed. Mustard tree. Today.
(c) nyonglema
Category Archives: love
Affection (Adoration, affection, love, fondness, liking, attraction, caring, tenderness, compassion, sentimentality
Lust (Arousal, desire, lust, passion, infatuation)
Longing ( Longing)
Going up
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
Covid killed me in 2021 #BIAY
Resolutions fall like confetti in the first act, As the bride walks on, not caring to step on this Or that one; the pews empty, one by one, back To whence they came, a normal born of temporal bliss The remote control brings banners and warnings in: Beware the Greek alphabet may just not suffice! Get the jab, the jab, the jab... hearts beating Poised one against the other lest humanity survive Punches get thrown where confetti stood before Covid, jab, covid, covid, fun now turns to war Tears now turned to phlegm hurled from tours Only vaxxed can access, but there yet was more Beyond the banners, and warnings, and dying confetti Came one crying in the wilderness, vaxxed or not, But bearing a promise that the bride's heel tip Going into the new year may have crushed, or not; Echoes of generations past like Urquelle to Urkel, Old words made new with meanings I never knew With the gentility of that loving single uncle, The words in my ears were morning sun, gentle dew But dew is never wasted as roots push even deeper Green gets even greener, love grows even stronger. Working from home gets even drearier, days longer But the words remain louder, daily louder larger Foundation stones become lintels, pillars towering Over the statue of my entrenched ego, saying "Let go". Do I deserve the 3-65 days you're offering? I feel the hammers chip away at what's refusing to grow: In the 2nd year Anno Coronaviri, when AD was written CE, A bearded man picked up one of my confetti, and Not knowing me, prayed me into keeping 1st Jan promises, Amidst despair at desecrations gripping the land. But they weren't his words. They were His Word. Day by day, chipping away, like covid at my tubes But this time making something new from me bored Making me see the Lion crouched behind the cub, Making me be the cub ready to let Him face 2022 (c) nyonglema
She will rise
To weep these tears love to express Where fears abound, where love once was? Promises failed, the bruises pale The guardian's hand's the butcher's tool, And kisses fade to bruises too And love's embrace to bitter jail Why's fear around the love that was? Why's the flower with crud engrossed? Smile again. The tears wash the bruises away. Tempered, you'll efface hate to bloom: A butterfly bedazzling out of the cocoon Casting silvery tiaras on flowers of new day. (c) nyonglema
RTC card
Today I lost my RTC card. Killing the noisy leaves that dared to flee The comfort of the shadow-making branches, My thoughts run off barking at strangers. Space time warps in their wake, colouring In fuchsia and cyan times we had shared: Past tears on a friend's face, falling faint, I stare, seeking the soothing action to make My heart feels nothing, my words mean nothing I walk away, as I, the Samaritan didn't answer her pain. Past me vomitting venom into violated ears As if by scratching metal on metal it were possible To assuage my mettle. My verbal revenge accomplished, I relished Hiroshima in that soul, I loved it! Past me taking more than was due to me, Public servant, pushing servitude upon citizens, The shepherd eating the grass, and the fleece And the lamb and ewe dying as I elevate. Oh....today.... I lost my RTC card, As my thoughts dashed and warped through The attic of my memories; I've stared filth in the face And recoiled holding my nose in front of a mirror Seeing here the worst case. I lost my RTC card looking deeper, Yes. Today I lost my Right To Criticise Card And found we're all trying to Die Hard. (c) nyonglema
Kid Poems on Space #JPL
S.P.A.C.E Space is a Perfect place, Almost peaceful. Coming and going days Everyday I enjoy on earth. (c) Balla (10yrs old) Moon The moon is a wonderful place Oh just look at its wonderful face. It shines so bright Oh just its light Will guide my path a while. (c) Meuna (8yrs old) Like me Jupiter and Mars are planets Because of rocks. I drew girls On Jupiter and Mars dancing Ballet like me. (c) Penna (7yrs old)
Infinite Faith
- I - Thank God! Quod erat demonstratum! What god do you speak of? Shouldn't you be focused on our victory? We've finished the problem! Yup, we did it. Leave fiction out of it. Wait. God's fiction to you? I don't believe in ancient fairytales, So, god is just some made up fable. My five senses haven't sensed And I personally haven't experimented! - II - Ok. Let's think about it Do you see this tripped up 8 here? Yeah, infinity. What about it? What number then is infinity? Come on silly! It's not really a number But have your senses sensed it? Well science shows that it's true! Like when science showed the Earth Was like a pancake with dangerous edges? Well that was still you "God people"! Well Thales for one, and more Held this with proof, and debates Flourished. Earth indeed's spherical Just like we know infinity today. To how many digits? - III - And have you tasted your belief? What do you mean? The belief that you're correct, The axiom that absence of proof Yields proof of the absence? No the onus of proof is on you! So do you think any number Stands taller than infinity ever? Of course not! That's the limit Nothing ever gets there, but slowly The numbers ride higher and higher And that's where the end would be. So is it or is it not one of them? Is it real, imaginary or other? Silly you. Of course not! But it is the limit of big numbers? Yes. Infinity represents going Higher but never ever stopping. - IV - Then infinity is a god. What? You had to go there! Well it is a god right? Something nobody's seen Nobody knows quite for sure How big or how small, But just that it exists Beyond our comprehension We can calculate it We can... To how many decimal places? Can we experience it? Or can we find experiences That point to it? Now you're talking in circles To pull superstition out of the hat. Well you believe in infinity Which you've never seen Outside a Maths book or class So there are many infinities Pervading the fabric of the Universe, and the supreme of All those infinities, is God. Nonsense! Nonsense... I don't believe in ancient fairytales, So, god is just some made up fable. My five senses haven't sensed And I personally haven't experimented! Yet you believe modern human tales, Where god is a fable, but infinity is real Though no sense has come close To making you personally experience it. (c) nyonglema
Special moments
We miss them when bliss seems too elusive, When ailments of a foot, or of an eye Clamor and demand your attention exclusive. What did you overlook? One foot aching means the other foot, And the rest of the body are well. Isn't pain a signal that something is afoot Only in part of the whole? So as the lion gores the deer, and the snake Cracks the bones of that tender cub, Or you notice the quivers and deadly shake As the earth opens to engulf, What are you likely to overlook? Oxygen flowing, the sun shining, humans surviving Horrible catastrophe? The rescue crew, first responders, lion cubs tenderly Fed by their loving mother, A snake living another day, Dead matter feeding the humble beetle? For no evil can exist without prior good. As there's no darkness without prior light There's no pain without prior serenity There's no war without prior peace There's no hate without prior love There's no death without prior life There's no end without a prior start. What did you overlook As you inertly focus on the call to take action, While cursing the rest of you still active? (c) nyonglema
Clean fire place
The fire just went out in the hearth, As the pot, cold stares out the hut door. The wood burnt, yet nothing anymore Can tell the story of the flames it bore. Clean out the dust, clean it out! Our God is an awesome God who loves to see Cleanliness in everything! Clean quickly For Him to see how clean our feat Even the darkened soot mud walls Seem to cower and hide, lest one notices That they witnessed the fire, that pieces Of history reside in their crevices As webs dangle from the bamboo overhead, Darkened by that fire, slowly swaying In the windless silence of the day greying. The cold pot silently stares out the door. What pain put out the fire in the hearth? What self-glorification deceives in aspect, Forcing cleanliness, not as one would expect By seeing the ashes, picturing insects Dancing in the flames that made them Smoke rising, lighting the walls, A cacophony of color, noise, mayhem Under the metal pot enthralled. What pain put out the fire in the heart? To deny the fire once there, to deny ashes, A mark of humus in the very code of DNA, A hot pot changing the fruits of the day, Seeing God not in our earthly feats But directing our feet along His own way? What pain hides the fire from the heart? Lift the wood and live again, light a new flame Light a new flame, and touch the ash. (c) nyonglema
No god ?
The multiverse expands beyond human imagination, The monoverse as well, spreading in every direction. Are we alone? Was mars ours before? The questions stomp on Einstein's ant brain Yet others gnaw at its toe nails, as if To mock at greatness, as if they could win all. Yes, others study humbly and can tell what destruction 80kg of weird humongous monstrosity can action In their ant-ly lives. Those gnawing think 80kg, 50, 20kg are all the same. Is lack of knowledge about something, proof That all answers are equally possibly true? Is black dark grey and white a lighter black? Is killing 10 people same as 5 million lives, Or is starving an infant in a death camp The same as denying a meal to a migrant? Is failing to save the planet, the same as Failing to save your neighbor's house from flames? Does the decapitation by one justify the inquisition? Or does the inquisitor's evil justify decapitation? Does the guillotine prove fickle humanity, Or does it show the eternity of revolution? Are all theories of our existence valid, In spite of the contradictions beaming from them? In our quest for the mind of God, as said Albert, Can every theory explain our reality accurately? Is the addition of 2 and 2 same as 2²? Are we claiming no god based on our understanding, Or our lack of understanding of our surroundings? Are we ants that gnaw, or ones that seek to grow? (c) nyonglema
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