Lazy, tired, easy water
Slow green color
Slowly moving
Past me
I become
A leaf or a branch
That is hanging just within reach
Of lapping murmuring water
That now
And
Again
Quenches my thirsty surface…
Drops
Fall back
Into the
River
Only to be lightly splashed
Back
Onto a welcoming me
Longing to have such
Light spray
On
My
Parched
Soul…
…..Then closer to the present time: imagine going to “America” which ended up being Brazil, the West Coast of Africa, Guyana, and maybe by chance “America”.
If we take a look, they migrated just about anywhere they landed. However, wherever they did end up, they knew there was probably no going back – at least until they made “something” of themselves. Maybe they were afraid to be seen as failures. I’m not sure if this should be the reason to succeed at something.
As I understand, no one leaves their country unless forced to by one factor or another. Your country is a part of you, who you are, who you know and you are familiar with. Your country runs through your thoughts, hopes, and dreams. Your country is where you would like to run to in times of present woe. Your country is the place you grew up and know, that is home and welcoming, and where the scents of seasons are familiar and remain the same through the years no matter what else changes. The place you run to in your dreams when you get lost in your present life…..
Floating sands of time
Slowly sinking to settle
Forever, never to return
Resting at the bottom
of my river bed
Slowly, waters of time
Flow over the residue
of my life
Causing me to reflect
On what just passed by
My life floats by me,
And I need to hold on
To something
But who can
Hold on to flowing waters
Floating sands
I go back in the past
And open the window
And let in a hot sweet West Indian night
I take a handful of air
And cover my face
And feel so good, so fresh –
Lemon and jasmine
It must be with a touch
Just a touch of longing
For sweet frangipani
of my tired soul
Just a bit more,
I reach out into
The dark night of my soul
And take another handful
Before I open my eyes
And
Close the window
To the warm West Indian night
I know from the beginning of time all peoples migrate – short distance or long distance – looking for something other than what they have, hoping for a better existence. To begin with Phoenicians were cut out for migration, being sailors and merchants, this was a given. They’re natural risk takers, sailing sometimes into total unknown. Life taking them up and down like the waves under their boats but as usual they continue through the ups and the downs. I guess this life appealed to them more than just stagnation….
Sara is fifteen years old today. She blows out the fifteen candles on her chocolate cake, but not before making a wish.. Sara wishes for a friend. She closes her eyes very tightly, wishes with all her might and blows. Fluttering in vain, the candles give up and go out. As Sara goes to sleep that night, she looks out to the night sky and prays out loudly, knowing that she will be heard. “Please God, send me a friend, a real close friend—I am so lonely, I feel so empty. Good night God.”
Sara awakens next morning feeling very happy. She stays in bed for a little while listening to the morning sounds- the happy melodic twittering of birds and a song from the radio in the kitchen where her mother, Maria, is. She goes down the stairs to the kitchen, “Hi Mom, you seem to be in a great mood today!”
“Maybe it is the music, Sara, I don’t know what it is but I feel different today- lighter somehow.”
some people look towards space
and beyond
to find God and see His
Incredible Power
i look near and i look at the small
and i see
the Incredible
Power and Might
God’s Greatness
is Complete in all sizes
His Greatness can not be measured
i want to be bubbly
light and happy
i want to truly taste
the beauty
of life
i want to feel
more happiness
than ever
before
in all aspects of life
i want to discover
all the joy
that’s possible
in life
i want to know
beyond all doubt
that whatever
i think
whatever i want
i can be and have
loneliness
all aloneness
distance
space
separation
no connection
Introduce a few people
who talk
laugh
connect
then
no seperatoon
no space
no distance
no all aloneness
no more
loneliness
it just takes a small reaching out and
togetherness
so much better than
aloneness
i love the beach breeze
that blows all over my spirit
i am a new soul
it’s good to be new
energy abounds and how
i fly like a bird
i close my eyes now
and behold the freedom sweet
i leave satisfied