There was one who set out to write
About a journey without certain destination
Steps taken without established purpose –
Likened to the plight of a dry leaf
Tossed by winds into waiting flames
Transformed into floating embers,
Pregnant with unmitigated, undirected destruction.
These are words I couldn’t share before,
Trapped in a growing earthen mould not yet equipped
To express the gravity of the thoughts that linger
And roam in the depths of this immortal soul.
I’ve seen things stranger than fiction
And heard things that cannot be put into words
I’ve taken steps falteringly, seemingly aimlessly
To a destination that couldn’t be surer.
“The making of any good thing takes time. God could have created the entire universe in an instant, yet He first introduced the concept of time, and used six days to make the world and man. Patience, friends, patience.” – Makafui.
Following the echoes in the dark corridors of time,
I make my way along the thread of Fate;
Armed only with a firm conviction – Faith;
The hope of a Light at the end of the tunnel;
So I take a step, gently, confidently, cheerfully;
Place one foot in front of the other.
Of these I am sure:
That the Lord is my shepherd;
That His Spirit keeps my heart pure;
That by His Grace, my cries are always heard.
And here we are…
Yes, here we are;
Caught in this fleeting period of time dubbed ‘now’;
Where all choices are made – here and now;
Whilst there’s still breath and strength.
I find it quite interesting,
That time in all its uniqueness,
Can at once be seen as the most expensive thing we have,
And taken as the cheapest thing there is.