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Asylum Seeker..

I felt I wanted to share this story again. My hero Solomoni used to help us in our garden. He had to return to Malawi because his wife was ill. We were worried when we had no word from him but we knew his resources were limited.
A friend of his managed to find out that he is okay and his wife is recovering from Malaria.
His struggle is shared by so many around the world.
It’s heartbreaking….


The night
he crossed the border,
he left his heart behind.
He tried to hold back the tears,
as he thought of his sad departure
and his brokenhearted family.

The truck that brought him here
traveled for many days.
He was tired and hungry
and missing home.
The journey was hard to bear,
but he knew
he had to keep going.
He had to find a way
to put food on his family’s table.
Many had made the journey
before him.

His wife and children wept
when they saw him go,
but somehow
they understood the necessity.
The cupboards were empty
and their threadbare clothes
reminded them
why he had to go.

He knew he was the one
who could make the long journey.
He was strong enough,
fearless enough to make a home
in a foreign land.
He longed to hold them in his arms
to hush their frightened tears.

He didn’t see them for years
he sent his wages home.
He slept at night alone,
praying in the darkness,
not knowing when he would return.

He tended gardens lovingly,
and he sang to make time go by.
He dreamed of starting a business
in the small village
where he lived.
But he knew resources where scarce
in his country of birth.

A heroic man,
far from his home.
He left the warm heart of Africa,
an asylum seeker,
to make a better life for his family.
He has bravely born illness, injury,
and even imprisonment,
never complaining.
He is bright and cheerful
and thankful for the little he has.
He is an example to many
a bright and shining star!

…..and in spite of everything he went through, he kept telling me that “God is good”


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“I was not sure where I was going, and I could not see what I would do when I got [there]. But you saw further and clearer than I, and you opened the seas before my ship, whose track led me across the waters to a place I had never dreamed of, and which you were even then preparing to be my rescue and my shelter and my home.”
― Thomas MertonThe Seven Storey Mountain

other worldly

I’m lead on pathways of worthiness
sometimes in the dark,
molecules are overflowing,
into goodness I’ve embarked.

There’s a sense of comfort about me,
knowing the light is near,
in atmospheres of benevolence,
and chambers without fear.

Guided through the shadows,
in tenebrous whelms,
singing soothing canticles,
with grace at the helm.

So close to sacred vibrations,
that it absorbs my breath,
and the Divine is there to greet me,
to give me back my strength.

Shadows in the canyons,
have terrified my form,
resting in graceful havens,
I’m sheltered from the storm.

I lie down in grassy meadows,
where cool reservoirs flow,
a presence ever with me
and pleasures on me bestow.

I know this is the homestead,
where forever I shall dwell,
His mercy and His goodness
abide in cosmic realms.