Love is stronger than death

“Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted!”

love still exists
A cruel expanse beckons
the silent mourner.
Stars have lost their glimmer
and the moon is out of reach.
Within a mind adrift,
beneath despair,
devouring waves gather.
Dreams swallowed whole
by ghostly darkness,
magnify the pain.
Empty hallways groan in anguish.
Bereaved souls
caught up in fierce
whirlwinds of affliction.
They are one with what can never be,
grief has spilled their tears
and gobbled their tomorrows.
A harmony of presence has escaped
into shadowy forms
of wickedness and malice.
Souls who have no acquaintance
with destiny
drift across the heartbreak,
wanderers in a bleak
and hopeless Universe.
In their loneliness they are consumed by waking.
But sleep is death defied.
Suffering takes its toll
on wounded hearts
gripped by fear.
The stench of hatred is
loud and intense.
Praise brings them back from the brink
of the abyss
into the resonance of living.
as songs of remembrance
ring out across eternity.
Even in a place of deep and unnatural darkness
when life evanesces,
Love still exists……

©2017

You Lived

“maybe death
isn’t darkness, after all,
but so much light
wrapping itself around us–”
Mary Oliver, Owls and Other Fantasies: Poems and Essays
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You were
full of despair
the night
you crashed
your car.
Your lover
had just died
and you couldn’t
bear the thought
of going on
another minute
without him.
You wanted
to die too.
But you lived.
You lived to
show us what
beauty looks like
from the inside
with soft spoken
words
and a smile
that lights up a room.
I know that
many times
you wish
you’d died
because you
were left
with so much
grief
and your form
was changed
and bent
and hurt.
But you lived.
You lived to show
us how to occupy
deep gratitude,
even through the pain.
You remind
us each day
what beauty
looks like from
the inside
with soft spoken
words
and eyes
that have known
great sorrow,
yet they still shine!

Your Eyes

“The eyes are the windows of the soul”.
William Shakespeare

your eyesYour eyes,
they twinkle
when you smile,
you vanquish
every trial.

I would bask
forever
in your light,
a beacon
in the night,
I know I’ll
be alright.

Your eyes,
it’s really
no surprise,
I feel a million
highs,
I won’t
apologise.

I would run
forever
to your side,
affection
cannot
hide.

Your eyes,
are tranquil
like the skies,
they twinkle
when you smile,
I’ll wade
a little while.

I would spend
forever
in your life,
a love
I can’t
describe.

Your eyes,
they twinkle
when you smile.
Your eyes,
a window
to your soul,
my heart is
what you stole.

©2017

Inspired by Black Coffee – Your Eyes ft. Shekhinah

Freedom Day

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It was 1994,
in lines we stood.
We voted for freedom
and it was good.

Oh, happy day
of celebration.
Our hearts united
in jubilation!

Nelson Mandela
Father of our nation
He brokered peace
it was our salvation.

Remember his legacy
keep his dream alive.
Care for the poor
and let *Ubuntu thrive.

*One of the sayings in our country is Ubuntu – the essence of being human. Ubuntu speaks particularly about the fact that you can’t exist as a human being in isolation. It speaks about our inter-connectedness. You can’t be human all by yourself, and when you have this quality – Ubuntu – you are known for your generosity.

We think of ourselves far too frequently as just individuals, separated from one another, whereas you are connected and what you do affects the whole world. When you do well, it spreads out; it is for the whole of humanity.
Desmond Tutu

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A symphony of life

“Spread Love everywhere you go.”
Mother Teresa

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The dark found its
way into the light.
With sightless eyes,
unconscious night.
Forgive the dark, it
cannot comprehend.
From misery, iniquity
had stemmed.
A monstrous brew,

its outcome deadly.
Absence of love, a
world that’s empty.

In meadows green
the black birds flew.
From precious life
He bid adieu.
Released by Angels
chanting songs of praise.
A symphony of life
from death be raised.
Love and peace on
outspread wings.
Souls rejoice with
hearts that sing.

©2017

Speak of Love

If I speak in the tongues of men and of Angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or glanging cymbal.

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Tenderness speaks, a drink of love’s monsoon
Essential beings, as bright as afterglow
Melodic hearts combine and beat in tune
Effervescent joy, into passions flow
Loving  kindness, ingrained in memory
Dulcet tones rise; into awareness breathed
A hidden trove, abundant treasury
Love’s tender touch, with sacred essence weaved
Sacrificial gift; only love the gain
Growing in grace, across expanse of time
Love will transform; like gentle summer rain
Radiant fellowship, affections climb
Perfect creation, cherished souls do see
Believe in love, the divine mystery

©2017