Daily Archives: January 16, 2014
Roots embedded in the ground,
Pulling and pushing in every direction;
Yet even a raging nor’easter cannot
Uplift or tear these tendrils from the soil.
Ridges along the bark rising toward the canopy,
Each a memory: sometimes nicked, sometimes untouched;
Inside, concentric rings reveal the years but not the truth;
Skin rugged when peeled left vulnerable, exposed.
As a sentence map, diagrammed: branches seemingly haphazard,
But each off-shoot shares a purpose to capture the light.
And in turn, the yellow orb provides nourishment,
Through the green-veined leaves.
Nature’s juice which travels a webbed network.
For like the oak tree, you rise from grounded roots,
But bend with the wind.
You are weathered, show signs of punishment;
Still you stand.
Arms; legs round and muscled reach for the sky, gather strength,
As your trunk holds despite setbacks, exposed truths;
Blood surges along labyrinthine veins, feeding your body,
While hardened memories softened by your inner nature,
Are fed by earth-bound senses and love’s light.
As I drag myself to my
Soft bed after an hectic day
To have a little rest
Before anything set in Motion
All of a sudden
I hear a Certain knock
On my phone
Which felt something sad in its feel
After the Mixture of Sand and Water
It occurred that the Hen has
Lost all her chicken in a
Ghastly accident with the Cock
My Voice dries out
And blood drips from my skin
My Saliva ran to my anus
And My excreta graveled my Mouth
I stutter at every coins I toss
And river could no longer
Find its proper course
For it has been folded deep within
All my little cry could summon
At such tragic loss
Was lost in the desert
Among the heaviness of the Sands
As the call was terminated
I could still hear the rings in my head
The Sobs choke my heart
And My head bend beneath the hurt
As I ponder heavily
Thoughts ramble deep within
And then I ask myself
Under the heavy blow
Why do we have to suffer
Why we do have to loss someone
In such an honorable way
Why do we have to shed
Tears in the Springs
The why seems endless at this point
But then again
My Beliefs in the resurrection
And the redemptive suffering
Kept a little spark of hope
That all may seems lost here on earth
And no explanation may seem
To settle the puzzle
But all is not really lost at the end
As my thoughts lingers away
On how to summon the grieving heart
I ask again
Why do we have to suffer???
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