IF THEY ONLY KNEW...

Immature love says: 'I love you because i need you.' Mature love says ' I need you because I Love you' - Eric Fromm

Daily I seem to find,

That your thoughts,

As cream of the crop,

Never miss a leaf in my mind.

Right from the start -

Of our adventurous binge,

Thoughts of you have never skipped,

Even a beat in my heart!

Maybe it’s your brown complexity,

That sifted texture,

In apotheosis painting you,

As a charming daughter of the land,

African as can be…

Or your tall and friendly portfolio,

That makes you a perfect perennial plant,

In this life’s prairies,

Especially for a weary hunter,

Gatherer,

In search of rest and shade,

Perhaps it’s your high-spirited drive,

And defiant devotion,

Burning candles at both ends;

That leaves poverty saying,

‘I have nothing – on you’!

If only your 25cm waistline,

Were used as a measuring stick,

To put up famous structures,

Across the world,

I’d plainly illustrate,

Without batting an eyelid:

Not even the mouthwatering Burj Khalifa in Dubai,

Nor the magnificent La Pedrera of Barcelona,

Could level up to your physical standards;

A true masterpiece.

I understand you get hurt easily,

Then burst down and bawl,

I find that remarkably artistic – Ironic,

Needless to say,

A good paint is wet on first strokes,

Taking ample time to dry too,

And while your tears may not necessarily be,

Those of the Sun,

Whenever you cry,

Pour out your sorrows,

And your face turns red,

With dark shadows circling your eyes,

This strikes the chord with me!

I usually caption the magical waterfalls in a tropical island,

Aah! The corals!

Standing in the middle of an ocean,

Hidden from the rest of the world -

Not even a fool can turn away from that beloved view!

And like this ravishing island,

How strong it holds down the currents,

Precious corals unmoved,

Your inner conventional poise,

Shells your being,

Harder than that of a tortoise…

I still wonder who said,

That your hazel sorrowful eyes,

Cannot light up skies,

Had they known how my life gets dark and gray?

Only for you to chase those stormy clouds away,

They wouldn’t dare cloud your thoughts,

With their rain-less opinions!

The brown tinge in your eyes,

Combined with your Eco-conscious toned soul,

Generously,

Gives me an impressive view of the outdoors,

A good feel of being one with nature.

Oh! Lest I forget,

I wish they knew how you smile,

Bubbling up like a fresh jasmine,

Graced by the morning beams,

Full of life,

Zest with fragrance,

You’d make their lives worthwhile,

Right from the onset -

Hopefully till my sunset;

As you do mine!

SilentDreamer’17

DOGGED CHRISTIAN

“Our people should learn to spend their time doing something useful and worthwhile…”

Titus 3:14, CEV

"…And Lord,

When I serve,

Let my eyes keep focus,

Not on people,

Not even on spiritual kinks -

 Anticipated snags!

An ounce of understanding is worth,

A pound of discretion;

Disappointments like roaches,

Will never miss in any warm house,

[As for me and my House,

Relish in serving the Lord]

Flexing my muscles for the gospel,

Heaving drums of evangelism to and fro..

Failures are just but dust,

That curl underneath the sole of my feet –

Vagaries of ministry;

Let prayer be my most secluded niche!

Master,

I know that which ideally You deserve,

You don’t need jokers!

All sweet like custard pie,

But lacking the endurance of the human bladder!

I dare not mention ‘hawkers’

The kind that set smiling faces everywhere,

Like a sea of winks,

Barely creating any ripple;

Ministry gags!

Lord You vehemently despise Lust,

I mean those acts staged behind shadows,

While wearing a perpetual smile,

Almost as if we are advertising toothpaste;

And vengeance was never meant to school us...

It has no emotional value whatsoever,

If I was to give in to the seductive maggot of greed,

That bites and sucks on the cords of my intimate desires,

As it slowly,

Eventually,

Peels off the clothes of morality off my senses;

Subsequently,

Nothing will save me from its slow fade,

A subtle cast...

Into the Assassins’ creed,

What about Envy..

That green eyed monster that breathes delusions,

And darkness in its walk through my soul..

I wish to make my needs a garden,

And only walk within its prescribed paths!

Merciful Lord..set my hues straight,

Lest my light fails in a foreign state,

May this journey be the only worthy thing,

Wherein I’ll catch the eyes of the king!

I know how humility,

Got you wings on high,

Whatever things are gain,

Ought to be considered losses,

Absolutely worthless:

If pride be my needle and thread,

Then I risk falling,

Within a stitch in time!

Oh! Father,

To blithely ignore chastening,

Blissfully unaware of the realities of Christian life,

Is akin to ministerial madness!

What good is false spiritual reputation,

Compared to a life-giving character..

I desire to be Faithful,

Like that training dog with little furry tail..

Unlike a pet dog slothing in its kernel,

Barking at his fleas,

Let me be a dog busy working,
Hunting out,

That I may not even notice my fleas!

Silentdreamer💭