After The Rain Drops

After the rain drops you will remember me,

Because you've seen my tears;

Covering the ground with shiny droplets,

Steamy asphalt and grassy sweetness. 

You will look up and see the clouds 

Hung above you like washed out mirrors; 

Reflecting back my sorrow with white patches 

You will remember me when the sun disappears.

When you see the pain you have caused, 

Through lack of kindness and painful words 

One day you will say;

“If I only get one more chance 

Instead of war I would declare peace.

Oh how I wish 

To Touch your face and wipe your tears 

To embrace you with open arms

I would make your rainy eyes sparkle

Lift the clouds make your heart shine.”

 

What would happen? I wonder 

If your confession came a bit sooner;

Before the rain poured

Before the tears dropped

Before it is too late to mend my broken heart.

 

All I can say now is remember me 

When you see the rain drops

Tell the story of the clouds 

How they gathered

How they turned dark

How they promise to never look back.

 

When you cause pain to your loved ones and take them for granted you may not see the pain they go through passed their tears. Don't wait until it is too late to patch things up. Sometimes all it takes is a

Sincere apology and a warm hug to push back the rain and bring the sun back.

 If you are the one who is hurting… May you find hope through him who will always love you no matter what as he promised to wipe your tears and give you everlasting peace.
 "He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.” Revelation 21:4


Photo Credit: Bereket Mamo

Win The War

The whole world clapped,

All the stars cheered;

The big moon shouted,

You healed my wounded heart

Right from the start!

 

Here comes the beauty shining like a star;

She looked around to see who is near who is far.

Love controlled the stage, turning left turing right; 

With the kindest eyes, caring the biggest heart

No judgment inside, a smile so bright.

Good evening all equal!

Colors put aside, judgment moved to the back;

Let's carry the light, let's say no to the dark.

Caring is your sword, Love could be your arrow; 

Forgiveness at your sight, win the war on sorrow.

 

Be a brave soldier overcome your ego;

Show your love to others, until you see it glow.

If you act in fury it will ignite fire;

With deep kindness you could go much further.

Overcome hate with love, transcend in utter peace;

Benevolence Witness, be a shield for the weak.

 

"But I say to you, Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you"

Matthew 5:44 

Credit: Art by Bereket Mamo

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