(You know how you want more but you wonder what 'more' is? When you're just UNSATISFIED!! and there is this feeling that accompanies your unsatisfied state... )
I desire You Lord!
But I don’t desire You for the sake of desire,
Like I’ve desired a cheek-full of fantastic food,
No!
I desire You Lord because...
I need You.
More than my next breath,
More than wealth,
I desire You to the point of smiling at death!
Because all that means,
Is I get... to get closer... to You.
I get to bath in the radiant rays of the Glory of Your FACE!
But just in case,
Lord You didn’t know,
I'm speaking bout You!!
For my life in the absence of You is a Treasure hunt without clues...
And NO TREASURE!
It’s a beautiful field with running streams,
But marked NO TRESSPASS!!
And cordoned off,
With a line of
Police, troops, guards, marker objects, cords and tape!
It’s useless!!
Of less use,
Than a laptop whose hard disk is a cake of mud!
That’s insane and I shudder
At the thought!
Yet;
That’s what I do every time I attempt,
To blot Your name from the #1 spot!
I desire You Lord!
But I don’t desire You for the sake of desire,
No!
I desire You Lord because...
I need You!
Monday, April 4, 2011
Saturday, April 2, 2011
PICTURE POETRY ft JOe@FRONTLIGHT
(This is a remix of a fantastic old post )
(Allow me to make a bold statement here...)
LOVE IS INCONVENIENT!!!
If it was up to me,
See,
I would have let go,
A long time ago.
Because never before,
Have I experienced anything so...
Out of my way,
So... inconvenient,
So... exhausting,
With the longing,
And the patience,
When defiance,
Would be a much better approach,
A better way to handle,
The tears,
And the pain.
I’d rather claim,
Irreconcilable emotional differences,
And Usain Bolt,
Straight out the door,
And ignore all;
Than to continue,
On this path-
With its fears,
And nothing to hold onto,
But a dream...
And a promise...
And a fond memory,
Of what the grand picture is meant to be.
A beautiful night sky of stars and moonlight,
Was the theme;
A cloudy moonless night,
Is what we were dealt.
And even as I fight not to let this,
Overwhelm my senses,
I have often thought this “LOVE” thing senseless,
And gross in its entirety!
That’s why I thank God,
That the salvation of humanity,
Rested on another,
And not me.
For love is inconvenient,
And must be unconditional,
Or it isn’t love at all.
(Allow me to make a bold statement here...)
LOVE IS INCONVENIENT!!!
If it was up to me,
See,
I would have let go,
A long time ago.
Because never before,
Have I experienced anything so...
Out of my way,
So... inconvenient,
So... exhausting,
With the longing,
And the patience,
When defiance,
Would be a much better approach,
A better way to handle,
The tears,
And the pain.
I’d rather claim,
Irreconcilable emotional differences,
And Usain Bolt,
Straight out the door,
And ignore all;
Than to continue,
On this path-
With its fears,
And nothing to hold onto,
But a dream...
And a promise...
And a fond memory,
Of what the grand picture is meant to be.
A beautiful night sky of stars and moonlight,
Was the theme;
A cloudy moonless night,
Is what we were dealt.
And even as I fight not to let this,
Overwhelm my senses,
I have often thought this “LOVE” thing senseless,
And gross in its entirety!
That’s why I thank God,
That the salvation of humanity,
Rested on another,
And not me.
For love is inconvenient,
And must be unconditional,
Or it isn’t love at all.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
WHAT IF?
(Just thinking...what if nobody ever appreciated anything you did...?)
What if I never receive another round of applause?
Would I completely give up the cause?
Would I retire my pen and paper,
Into the archives of my memory
Under the section labeled ‘WHAT ONCE WAS’?
Would I sit down and reminisce
On the days when I had it?
When my words could sway solemn hearts into excitement,
When they could calm stormy waters within souls,
Culminating in an uproar of hand-claps,
Whistles and cheers.
What if today... they jeer?
What if today... I'm not hot?
And I perceive,
That every word passes without conceiving a single thought;
And my words just sit and rot
On supermarket shelves,
Like lost stock?
WHAT IF?
What if I never receive another round of applause?
Would I completely give up the cause?
Would I retire my pen and paper,
Into the archives of my memory
Under the section labeled ‘WHAT ONCE WAS’?
Would I sit down and reminisce
On the days when I had it?
When my words could sway solemn hearts into excitement,
When they could calm stormy waters within souls,
Culminating in an uproar of hand-claps,
Whistles and cheers.
What if today... they jeer?
What if today... I'm not hot?
And I perceive,
That every word passes without conceiving a single thought;
And my words just sit and rot
On supermarket shelves,
Like lost stock?
WHAT IF?
Thursday, March 17, 2011
WHAT IS THE SIGNIFICANCE OF WORDS?
This is a massive digression from poetry....
WHAT IS THE SIGNIFICANCE OF WORDS?
(Just a thought....)
The premise upon which I will begin and also the point I hope to pass across is that LANGUAGE/ WORDS IS A GOD-THING!!
From scripture here are my deductions:
• God was there in the beginning (Genesis 1:1) and therefore everything that we have is a direct consequence of Him being there before us, for He precedes us;
• God spoke all of creation into existence. The Bible records, “...then God said...
• God then formed man with the earth, “...Let us make human beings in our image, to be like ourselves...” breathed life into him then placed Him in the garden.
• Now God would engage man in conversation in the garden, “When the cool evening breezes were blowing, the man and his wife heard the Lord God walking about in the garden...”(Genesis 3:8). But what language did they speak?
• Human speech development tells us that babies learn language by listening and imitation. So is it farfetched to believe that Adam listened and imitated GOD as they had their conversations in the garden?
• GOD taught Adam HIS language and thus language isn’t a man-thing.
• As a matter of fact therefore, all tribes and nations and people across the face of the entire earth, (from Indonesia to Madagascar to some local dialect in the Mexico, to sheng’ in Dandora) speak 1 language = THE LANGUAGE OF GOD!!
• Thus God tells us to be careful what we say with our mouths; to what we profess and to the content of our conversations, for we speak HIS language, not our own!! And this is His instruction;
Ephesians 4:29 Don’t use foul or abusive language. Let everything you say be good and helpful, so that your WORDS will be an encouragement to those who hear them.
• Jesus Christ was described as “The Word” that was with God and was God. But why? Because as Simon Peter rightly put it when Christ asked the 12 disciples, “Are you also going to leave?”(John 6:66), Simon said, “Lord, to whom would we go? You have the WORDS that give eternal life.”
• Have a new perspective when it comes to what you speak!! Your WORDS.... are really HIS WORDS.
Disagree with me please!! Correct me if I’ve erred!!
WHAT IS THE SIGNIFICANCE OF WORDS?
(Just a thought....)
The premise upon which I will begin and also the point I hope to pass across is that LANGUAGE/ WORDS IS A GOD-THING!!
From scripture here are my deductions:
• God was there in the beginning (Genesis 1:1) and therefore everything that we have is a direct consequence of Him being there before us, for He precedes us;
• God spoke all of creation into existence. The Bible records, “...then God said...
• God then formed man with the earth, “...Let us make human beings in our image, to be like ourselves...” breathed life into him then placed Him in the garden.
• Now God would engage man in conversation in the garden, “When the cool evening breezes were blowing, the man and his wife heard the Lord God walking about in the garden...”(Genesis 3:8). But what language did they speak?
• Human speech development tells us that babies learn language by listening and imitation. So is it farfetched to believe that Adam listened and imitated GOD as they had their conversations in the garden?
• GOD taught Adam HIS language and thus language isn’t a man-thing.
• As a matter of fact therefore, all tribes and nations and people across the face of the entire earth, (from Indonesia to Madagascar to some local dialect in the Mexico, to sheng’ in Dandora) speak 1 language = THE LANGUAGE OF GOD!!
• Thus God tells us to be careful what we say with our mouths; to what we profess and to the content of our conversations, for we speak HIS language, not our own!! And this is His instruction;
Ephesians 4:29 Don’t use foul or abusive language. Let everything you say be good and helpful, so that your WORDS will be an encouragement to those who hear them.
• Jesus Christ was described as “The Word” that was with God and was God. But why? Because as Simon Peter rightly put it when Christ asked the 12 disciples, “Are you also going to leave?”(John 6:66), Simon said, “Lord, to whom would we go? You have the WORDS that give eternal life.”
• Have a new perspective when it comes to what you speak!! Your WORDS.... are really HIS WORDS.
Disagree with me please!! Correct me if I’ve erred!!
Thursday, March 3, 2011
SEX IN MY CITY
(Is sex truly under the Lordship of Christ?)
1 Corinthians 6:13'
"Now the body is not for fornication,
But for the Lord;
And the Lord for the body."
What is the significance of this?
1 Corinthians 6:13'
"Now the body is not for fornication,
But for the Lord;
And the Lord for the body."
What is the significance of this?
Friday, February 25, 2011
SCARLET SIGNATURE (Part 1)
(Ever wondered how it is possible for professing Christians (aka ME!)to practise corruption or dabble in fortune telling or sex-outside-marriage, despite the fact that they KNOW all these to be wrong? This piece is about my own spell of doubt and dissatisfaction.)
PRELUDE:
The devil walks around with a six-pack!!
But His isn’t from exercise!
His is inspired
by lust, greed, hate, envy, gluttony and telling lies!
So YOU need to exercise;
Sit up, in your seat in God’s service,
Let Him open up your heart,
Let Him open up your eyes.
******************************
See, my Jesus is old-fashioned,
Banal even.
He still desires purity, obedience and sacrifice
And that wont pass
Not in this day and age!
Not with the current desire for freedom,
Not with the current laxity and comfort,
Ah NEVER!!
However,
Some of the antiques,
We wouldn’t mind as perks to this "Jesus-vibe".
We all love the mercy;
We all implore the grace;
We all crave the blessings
to the end of our days.
But that’s about as far as we want to go... that way!
Anything more,
would be too demanding,
Hell no!!
That’s too vieux jeu,(and that’s French!!)
It’s too outmoded, too démodé!
Surely my Jesus can get with the times!?
All He has to do is forget the outdated clauses,
Clear out the closet,
Spot skinnies, instead of polka dot blouses;
Get this: for the fabric of purity and discipline is so time-worn,
that like a worn-out garment, it’s barely thread-bare!
Meaning that purity and discipline, like a FLAME for your ex,
Needs to be EXTINGUISHED!!
For they’re now inconsequential,
Barely essential,
Distant and dissonant,
Not in accord;
Completely out of consonance,
Like playing different chords!!
Surely my Jesus can be sensitive...
Sensitive and susceptible...
Susceptible to circumstance...
Surely my Jesus can understand?
Surely?
REALLY?
PRELUDE:
The devil walks around with a six-pack!!
But His isn’t from exercise!
His is inspired
by lust, greed, hate, envy, gluttony and telling lies!
So YOU need to exercise;
Sit up, in your seat in God’s service,
Let Him open up your heart,
Let Him open up your eyes.
******************************
See, my Jesus is old-fashioned,
Banal even.
He still desires purity, obedience and sacrifice
And that wont pass
Not in this day and age!
Not with the current desire for freedom,
Not with the current laxity and comfort,
Ah NEVER!!
However,
Some of the antiques,
We wouldn’t mind as perks to this "Jesus-vibe".
We all love the mercy;
We all implore the grace;
We all crave the blessings
to the end of our days.
But that’s about as far as we want to go... that way!
Anything more,
would be too demanding,
Hell no!!
That’s too vieux jeu,(and that’s French!!)
It’s too outmoded, too démodé!
Surely my Jesus can get with the times!?
All He has to do is forget the outdated clauses,
Clear out the closet,
Spot skinnies, instead of polka dot blouses;
Get this: for the fabric of purity and discipline is so time-worn,
that like a worn-out garment, it’s barely thread-bare!
Meaning that purity and discipline, like a FLAME for your ex,
Needs to be EXTINGUISHED!!
For they’re now inconsequential,
Barely essential,
Distant and dissonant,
Not in accord;
Completely out of consonance,
Like playing different chords!!
Surely my Jesus can be sensitive...
Sensitive and susceptible...
Susceptible to circumstance...
Surely my Jesus can understand?
Surely?
REALLY?
Thursday, February 17, 2011
CLOBBERED BY PRECIPITATE!!
(I thank God for the rain that been pelting down in Nairobi and elsewhere in the country. It was becoming expensive to wash each of my jeans after just one wash!! pheeeew... But what violence it has?! Based on a true story! LOL!)
The rain tried to maul me today!!!
It tried and tried to disfigure my face.
This was no usual wet embrace,
But rather the deluge of pluvial primal fury!
It passed a sentence of punishment
Without consulting a jury!
It sent a gust of wind
to whiplash my left cheek into submission,
Then rained hailstones,
the size of golf balls
Without an ounce of hesitation.
It then abruptly changed assault;
And tried to poke out my eyes,
With small leaves and tiny twigs
From the branches by my side.
But even then it wasn’t satisfied...
It commanded its army of droplets
50 million strong,
To assemble in a puddle before me, about as wide as it was long.
I could neither move forward nor retreat
Unlike a beatdown by a bully,
This was the bully getting beatdown!
With this particular barrage
Of what felt like mixed martial arts,
I MUST admit infact,
That I did indeed, concede defeat.
The rain tried to maul me today!!!
It tried and tried to disfigure my face.
This was no usual wet embrace,
But rather the deluge of pluvial primal fury!
It passed a sentence of punishment
Without consulting a jury!
It sent a gust of wind
to whiplash my left cheek into submission,
Then rained hailstones,
the size of golf balls
Without an ounce of hesitation.
It then abruptly changed assault;
And tried to poke out my eyes,
With small leaves and tiny twigs
From the branches by my side.
But even then it wasn’t satisfied...
It commanded its army of droplets
50 million strong,
To assemble in a puddle before me, about as wide as it was long.
I could neither move forward nor retreat
Unlike a beatdown by a bully,
This was the bully getting beatdown!
With this particular barrage
Of what felt like mixed martial arts,
I MUST admit infact,
That I did indeed, concede defeat.
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