If I had the opportunity to choose my own father,
I wouldn’t choose him because of his wealth,
Or because of his looks – not colour, hair, gait, height or weight;
I wouldn’t choose him because of how well read he is, but for his wisdom;
Me calling you ‘father’ is a heavy responsibility I lay at your feet,
Which you take with grace.
Dancing on edges
Flirting with fringes
Numb to the fear of falling
Hooked to the thrill of just being
On the edge of the many fringes of reality
I do not contest against my ignorance,
Nor do I argue against my inadequacy.
I do not deny that I desire to be a saint,
Nor do I not realise the fear I harbour
Of falling short – far too short.
There are many times that I’m lost for words
But there are very few times that I’m lost for words for good reason
Days like today are a good reason
But inspiration comes in many forms:
The virtual slant of the sun
The hues and blues of the sky
The silvery mistiness of the night
The soothing caress of a cool breeze
The rare quietness of the mind
The constant bumble of life
The frustrating thrill of the balancing act
The occasional stab of loss
The gentle touch of a hand
The Divine mystery of the breath that keeps life
But sometimes it’s just the thought of a day such as this
And the mothers who had, kept, and moulded us.
Sometimes I wonder why life can be so cruel,
Yet gives us the gift of mothers.
Sometimes I wonder why the world seems so big,
But the most important people to us are never out of reach.
This is a tribute, my salute
To these bearers of generational inspiration.
#Happy Mothers Day!
It was said of the men of old
That they walked with God
And sought His face
And spoke with God
And pleased the Lord.
I’ve been quite fixated on love recently;
The word has been abused, but not much I can do about that.
I once heard a young man bawl like a toddler for hours,
Because he had suffered a broken heart.
To be honest, I was a little fascinated,
And may have wished for something terrible in the name of curiosity.
But it also got me thinking…
So, what if I have fallen?
I will rise again as long as He accepts me;
I will not give up,
No matter how battered I become!