Monday, January 16, 2017

The gift I carry with me

Once I was given a gift I wasn't supposed to keep.
It was to spread my wings, and bring hope to the eyes that weep
Fly around the world, carry the broken hearted;
Free the prisoners of the head, Wipe the tears of the dead
Flood the earth with hope, cover the wounded souls
March around and shout how love really heals.

I kept the gift buried deep inside my heart;
I lived my own life, ignored the voice inside 
The gift that wasn't mine wanted to run away; 
It woke me up each day pointing toward the sky, 
And whispered try, try you must at least try.

You see those hands stretched 
Hearts wide open
Eyes that wants to see beneath a shaded soul 
Ears that hopes to hear words that last a while 
They are all waiting for you to spread your wings and fly 
Try! Please try, you must at least try.

We all have a gift that is given to us by the most high that is unique and personal in its own way; however this gift is not for us to keep. It is given to us to share with others, to stay connected, to exchange, and to enrich other people’s life. By sharing this gift we could really make a difference in some one’s life. Your gift could inspire, give hope, wakeup someone who is a sleep, free someone who is imprisoned or simply bring a smile to another soul. We are like the sun that gives warmth to others, the moon that gives light, and the rivers that quenches thirst. What would the moon be if it kept its own light all to its self, what if the sun hides its heat, and the river stops being a river? The point is when we keep our God's given gift all to ourselves we lose our identity, we lose a sense of who we are, and most of all we lose the chance to show others our visible love.

As each has received a gift, use it to serve one another, as good stewards of God's varied grace:1 Peter 4:10

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Inside the Cemetry

Buried inside the rocks
Shut inside the heavy box,
Starring at darkness through the soil,
Listening to the quietness of my soul;
I was left alone to look back at my past,
To be my own judge and to cast.

Have you been feeding only your own flesh?
Were you buried under your own selfishness?
Were you the person you were supposed to be?
Lived a life that is worth to see
Did you do anything to change this world?
Or did you walk around uninterrupted
Taking the time God gave you for granted
Feeding your own ego as you wanted.

What were these hands up to?
Did they feed the hungry and give to the needy?
Or were they hard to reach and very greedy
Did they hold the hands of a broken spirit?
Or were they too busy rubbing a pocket
How much money did they give away?
How many people did they feed and carry?

What were these lips up to?
Did they speak the truth of hope to the hopeless?
Were they filled with wisdom and thankfulness?
How many people did they bless?
Or were they spitting poison and curse
Did they make others laugh or cry?
Did they tell lies and deny?

Faced with questions I couldn't answer,
I could only wish I have done better.
Laying down and starring at the dark,
I wanted to have my life back.
If I could only have a new start,
I would have made every day count;
I wouldn't be here haunted by my past.  
It  is now too late for me to do all that,
Regret is what I carry and depart…

“Earthly people are like the earthly man, and heavenly people are like the heavenly man.  Just as we are now like the earthly man, we will someday be like the heavenly man. What I am saying, dear brothers and sisters, is that our physical bodies cannot inherit the Kingdom of God. These dying bodies cannot inherit what will last forever.”
Corinthians 15: 49-50

Thursday, August 22, 2013

The Soul

They say the eyes are the window to the soul,
I wonder what people see when they look through mine.
Do they see a soul that is troubled?
Broken in pieces and crippled
Or do they see a soul that is in peace?
Who enjoys each day with ease.

When I see through so many people eyes,
This is what I see from the inside;
A young soul that feels trapped,
Who is desperate to be heard.
“Let me out!”  She screams
“I am trapped!”  She shouts
“Please help” She whispers
The body ruling over her,
Ignoring her voice and hunger.
Day after day she prays,
Kneeling on her knees and wiping her tears.

Sometimes though it is rare,
I run in to an old soul that is in ease
It gives my heart a sense of peace.
When I look through this person eyes
I cannot move but stare,
I sink through them and glare.
It is as if my own soul knows
The peace inside them it shows.
They pull me in as if there is gravity,
There is so much energy and clarity
I dread to depart their company;
Each second with them is a journey.

Then I walk away and wonder 
What their soul thought of mine
What if my own soul is trapped?
What if my own soul is asking for help?
Only God could set my soul free
Only God could create the peace inside me,
But it is all up to me to surrender
So my soul could live in peace forever.

"And do not fear those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul. Rather fear him who can destroy both body and soul in hell" Matthew 10:28

Photo Credit: National Geography "The Afgahan women with green eyes", Floating Soul face book, guided medetation

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

The Eagel

I the eagle a symbol of Strength and beauty,
I the eagle a symbol of freedom and authority;
I fly toward light; the sun can’t harm my eyes,
My enemies are behind me blinded by the sight. 
Deep in to the clouds I glide and soar,
I can fly and rise I am not afraid of the storm.
I get really excited when clouds start to gather,
I mount up and ride on the air current farther.

When you see trial and temptation,
You too must fly directly to the sun;
The light of God will blind your enemy,
You will get rid of sadness and worry.
Don’t be content to live with mediocrity,
Soar in the heaven far above the winds of adversity.

Fly the storm of life with great faith,
Don’t rely on human Support or consciousness;
Act like a child of God with great confidence,
everyhing is  possible when you are in his hands.
You are not made to be with chickens in barns,
But you are made to fly like me in heavens above.

Don’t feed yourself anything that is dead,
What enters in you determines your strength;
With Prayers and praise develop your wings,
Sharpen your vision understand his words;
Fine-tune your ear to obey God’s voice,
Destroy evil and fly high from your sins.

"They that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint."   Isaiah 40:31 KJV

Thursday, February 14, 2013

My Flower

I don't know if it was an accident, Or if it is a destiny
I don't know if it was a dream or reality
I don't know how I found you, or is it you who found me? 
May be you walked through a flame of fire and you cut through the forest,
I might have crossed the river and flew from a different content;
Somehow and some way, 
You came in to my life one day.

You walked  in to  my heart unexpected,
It was very calm and uninterrupted;
When I looked up I saw us holding hands,
I turned around and I was under your arms.
I didn't have to ask who you are,
Or did I need to know where you were.

My soul felt at home when I looked through your eyes,
I was in peace when you whispered through my ears.
The warmth of your hands reminded me of my favorite season,
When you hugged me I felt protected beyond reason;
I longed for days I see you face to face.
When I finally saw you I wished the hours would never end,
I hope there will be many more days to come my beloved.

I want us to grow like two flowers next to each other,
Blooming each day feeding their cents to one another;
I will be your water and you will be my sun,
We will cry together when we need the rain.
I will take out any weeds that is keeping you from growing,
And I hope you return my love by taking out mine.

"Come my beloved let us go forth to the field; let us lodge in the villages. Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine has budded, whether the grape blossoms are open, and the pomegranates are in bloom. There I will give you my love. The mandrakes give of fragrance  and at our gates are pleasant fruits, all manner, new and old which I have laid up for you, my beloved." Song of Solomon 7: 11-13

Credit: Paintings by Bereket Mamo

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Waiting for you to notice me

Why do you keep asking and praying?
When I am the one who is waiting,
Waiting for you to notice me
Just for a moment to look at me.

Why do you look at me?
But you can’t see me
You stretch your arms,
But you can’t touch me
You keep asking one question
Over and over and you wonder.

I am not sure what you are asking,
I found you and you found me;
You are the one who kept hiding
You pass by me you pass through me,
But never took the time to notice me.

May be one day you realize
How much I loved
How much I cared
How I tried and how I suffered
How I wanted to be notice.

Which one are you? Are you the one who is doing the ignoring or are your the one who is waiting to be noticed? While you don't want to force love, you also don't want to ignore it when it comes on your way. 

If you are the one who has been doing the ignoring it is time for you to look around and find out who that person is and try to give that person a chance. (Obviously this doesn't apply to people who are already in a relationship)  If not be honest and let them know not to waste their time on you...tell them to move on. 

If you are the one who has been waiting to be noticed, maybe it is time for you to let go of that person; because if they never take the time to notice you, they may never will and life is too short to be wasting your time on someone who doesn't care about you. In some cases that someone may not even know you exist. Invest that energy on someone who would appreciate your value. Remember you are more than a shadow, you are created in the image of God, you are worthy of Love. 

"God's will is for each of us is to experience the joy of  Love. He did not created us to be alone but to find fulfillment and joy in relationship with one another." 

"Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm: For love is as strong as death, jealousy as cruel as the grave; its flames are flames of fire, a most vehement flame. Many waters can not quench love, nor can the floods drown it." Song of Solomon 8: 6-7

May your song of love be as sweet as the Songs of Solomon . Happy Valentines! 

Thursday, February 7, 2013

The Ladder

In my dream I dreamed of a ladder,
Excited I asked myself and pondered
Is this the famous Jacob ladder? I doubted.
Wishing and hoping to repeat history
Wondering if God chose me to see his Glory
I looked up to see the gate of haven
But, God was not on top of the ladder
There were no angels to encounter;
It was Just a simple stepladder I climb up every day,
It was my own life I lived day by day.
So, I had a simple talk with the ladder
Though I knew it would not give me any answer.
“Every day I am trying to climb you up
Every day I hold on to you so tight
Afraid to let go and enjoy the scenery
I want to get to the top, I worry.
Sometimes I am afraid of falling,
Sometimes I am afraid of dying;
Why can’t I enjoy each step?
Why I am I focused only to get to the top?"

I should know each step is a journey,
Each step is a way to my destiny,
Each step makes me who I am today;
Each is step I passed is my history.
If I rush and get to the top,
I might miss what is really important.
I may not see the angels going up and down,
Or worse,  I may fall off and never see God on the crown.
I may never know how you are attached to the ground,
And how you reach the haven by the power of the unknown;
From now on I will enjoy your every step and blessing,
My life will be filled with singing, and rejoicing.

" Then he dreamed, and behold a ladder was setup on earth and its top reach to heaven; and there the angels of God were acending and decending on it... Genesis 28:12
Credit:  Paintings by Bereket Mamo