Angels Cry

Angels Cry

Leaves of memory,

Rustle in the dark,

Thunder claps,

And a painful screech is heard,

The Angels Cry.

The world shatters,

As love is lost,

Whispers in the storm lisp,

“Keep my heart Kip”

Caress my soul Cares”

But none listens…

After the storm weathers,

And life seas are crossed,

In the constant ache of loneliness,

I hope the whisper,

Will echo in their hearts,

And ‘Heko’ I’ll tell them,

When they find their way,

To each other’s arms,

To a future of exiting dales and glens,

‘Heko’ I’ll tell them,

When they reach home,


Where the heart is,

A land of rivers of honey.

But until then,

Beneath this poem,

My hope I place,

Beneath this poem,

I pray Kip will keep,

And Cares will caress.


Until then,

The Angels Cry.

In Time…

In Time

I wanna fall in love when the war within stops,

I wanna fall in love when the struggles and turmoils in my mind calm like a like river running deep,

I wanna fall in love when the rain falls gently and all is green,

I wanna fall in love when the sun becomes gentle and the flowers bloom,

I wanna fall in love when I can raise my arms to feel the flying wind,

I wanna fall in love when the birds sing all day and not just before dawn,

I wanna fall in love when the air smells fresh and water is clean,

I wanna fall in love when we can dance at waterfalls and drink at the spring,

I wanna fall in love when fear is gone and courage is born,

I wanna fall in love when I can stand at my own feet and sing to my own tune,

I wanna fall in love when I know and  love me,

I wanna fall in love when I can no longer find loneliness in solitude,

I wanna fall in love when it’s true and pure,

And when I do, I want it to be with you.


by; Chebet


You Surely Know

Job 1

“What is the way to the abode of light?
    And where does darkness reside?

 Can you take them to their places?
    Do you know the paths to their dwellings?

Surely you know, for you were already born!
    You have lived so many years!


 “Have you entered the storehouses of the snow
    or seen the storehouses of the hail,
 which I reserve for times of trouble,
    for days of war and battle?
What is the way to the place where the lightning is dispersed,
    or the place where the east winds are scattered over the earth?
Who cuts a channel for the torrents of rain,
    and a path for the thunderstorm,
 to water a land where no one lives,
    an uninhabited desert,
 to satisfy a desolate wasteland
    and make it sprout with grass?

Does the rain have a father?
    Who fathers the drops of dew?
 From whose womb comes the ice?
    Who gives birth to the frost from the heavens
 when the waters become hard as stone,
    when the surface of the deep is frozen?


 “Can you bind the chains of the Pleiades?
    Can you loosen Orion’s belt?
 Can you bring forth the constellations in their seasons
    or lead out the Bear with its cubs?
Do you know the laws of the heavens?
    Can you set up God’s dominion over the earth?


“Can you raise your voice to the clouds
    and cover yourself with a flood of water?
 Do you send the lightning bolts on their way?
    Do they report to you, ‘Here we are’?
Who gives the ibis wisdom
    or gives the rooster understanding?
 Who has the wisdom to count the clouds?
    Who can tip over the water jars of the heavens
when the dust becomes hard
    and the clods of earth stick together?


“Do you hunt the prey for the lioness
    and satisfy the hunger of the lions
when they crouch in their dens
    or lie in wait in a thicket?
Who provides food for the raven
    when its young cry out to God
    and wander about for lack of food?

I’m Coming Home


From a distant valley,

A cry was heard,

And the sweet heavens answered,

A place beautiful to call home,

And now African drums are calling,

My hips yearn for the shaking,

The butterflies in the wind beckoning,

And beautiful rivers that i drunk from, miss me,

The cold crisp air, my lungs crave,

The beauty of the rising sun, spreading its tentacles,

Embracing the hills, kissing the morning dew,

Are a sight, to lose my breath for,

The roads are clear,

And my kinsmen are waiting,

I’m coming home.