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

 

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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

homecoming

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.

 

Light of Darkness

falling star

It was one of those late poetry nights,

Those nights you walk on deserted streets,

And words are company,

 Rhyme, doing a dance, One, Two, Many,

Dancing to music, only the heart understands.

It was one of those silent nights,

The moon was full,

 And stars myriad, Twinkled,

The crickets, chirped,

And frogs, with croaks, distant,

Joined in.

It was one of those nights,

That my heart leaped, and joy bubbled,

And in the dark of those nights,

That the lightning of love, struck me,

And its also in the light of that darkness,

That I lost you,

And Darkness Dawned.

These Beauties

the girls

The girls in my life, are poetry,

Endless lines of rhymes,

That tell of beautiful stories,

Skin tone, amazing,

Reflects the tone of poems,

That tell of heroes,

Who left their spears,

To lift fallen enemies.

The girls in my life,

A species rare, but not extinct,

Characteristics, distinct,

And like wine, ripe,

Beautiful with age.

The girls in my life,

Are music to the ears,

Their laughter, a resonating echo,

That resounds in the dark lonely moments,

Soothing balm to the heart,

Their hearts, are fountains of joy,

Like the sunrise, they are beautiful,

And like the sunset, calm and peaceful.

The girls in my life,

Are sisters and friends,

They love, passionately,

And care, deeply,

They are a blessing,

They are gems, gifts,

They are the best.

Silent Echoes

Silent echoes 1

Forget you’re broken,

And for a second, hearken,

This life is a token,

Too precious to mull over a past, sunken.

 

Forget you’re broken,

For behold, the sky beckons,

Let the shackles, unspoken,

Be silent echoes that never reckons.

 

Forget you’re broken,

And again, embrace romance,

Fragment the parts unbroken,

And let the pain, shatter into a trance.

 

Forget you’re broken,

And fight, let the beauty of strength betoken,

Burn the skeletons, and into the pyre, weakness,

And from the ruins and ashes, rise to greatness.

NOSTALGIA

Nostalgia

 

I loved,

When my head was full of wisps of dark hair,

When my feet were beautiful and tiny,

And my heart, young but full.

 

I loved,

When spring was ripe and the sun, bright,

When flowers bloomed, and the stars, myriad, worshipped the moon,

I danced to music that two hearts hum,

Joy that drums, when lovers embrace,

I loved, and loved till I learnt, how bitter, sweet love is.

 

Now I’m old, bald and my beards grey,

But deep down in the crumbling temple of my hazy heart,

Dusty oil lamps of love, still burn,

Maybe,

Maybe life is all about love,

Having the courage, to again love humans,

Even after an angel, breaks your heart.

 

With nostalgia,

Have a glimpse of the past,

Of days beautiful, when the sun, on the mountains shone,

And of days sad, when the rain, in the valleys, reigned

With pride, look back at the rainbow, that love is,

And feel the beauty of the colours, you painted.

The Beauty of the Unspoken

 

The unspokenThere are a myriad stories the stars tell,

The juicy secrets that the shooting stars whisper,

As they descend the steps of atmosphere,

Stories  of how the sun, passionately kisses the mountain tops,

How the moon, silently howls when the wolves are silent,

Tales of the dark, swimming in the ocean,

The beauty of the unspoken is loud.