The clouds meet the highest mountains.
The canvas of God are the clouds.
They may have the technology to paint.
But God uses the clouds to showoff
His movement.
The glory on earth wonders about nature.
The story on earth ponders about God.
The Creator of all that is wonderful.
We marvel at all that nature has to offer.
Every cloud carries art in bucket loads.
Every speck of dust is the source of matter.
It might not seem like much, but every grain of
sand can be made into something phenomenal.
Anything ordinary can be a phenomenon.
All the valleys can hold more than water
as nature peaks.
Knowledge of Africa
Other nations fought hard to erase the wisdom.
The oldest people of origin still survive today.
Africa will wake up when it unites for same.
Division has long divided Africa of its senses.
The borders made Africa a tribe of clusters.
No one wants to acknowledge that we are one.
Ideologies and formation of evolution erode us.
People cry ‘foul’, while pushing their own agenda.
The trees can speak of how many times trust is broken.
Branches are not enough to tell of broken promises.
Lies are told daily and fed to the people like bread.
Our staple meal is how can we sell Africa for more.
Enriched by our knowledge of self, but not of our people.
Peace is traded for acceptance with the rest of the world.
At the expense of trading one oppressor for another.
The lesser of two evils always manages to take Africa
for a joy ride around the world,
While its heartbeat fades away.
United Now
I see life in
bonds that are
unmatched.
Finding your match
is an ordained destiny
that never ends.
Cherish what has
been formed
by the Creator.
It’s a bond that
makes things happen
faster than the one
who is alone.
Missing words
end the waves
that never leave.
In everything
I find peace that
takes away muddiness.
Hopeful for the Day
In this day, I am grateful that I can persist once again
Even if there’s no warmth felt in anything, I do gain
Something that can’t be touched by the naked eye
As I see what I never thought could be, I still try
Yesterday was terrible to put any confidence in
Tomorrow, that might never be seen within my grasp
Today is what I can put something in, without sinking in,
Even if I never know what the outcome is, I still endure
Now is the time to take hold of dreams that died
With the ashes that made me quiver when I fell
It’s not that I didn’t try, but it’s the intimacy
Of rolling the course longer than the crash of a trial
How do you stay in a position of hope, when all fails?
No one can dictate what we can hope for in our day
It’s a choice we make when we remain very gracious,
From the hardest knock to our goals from the unknown