It’s a minute to midnight, I’m watching the clock tick-tock its way to a new dawn; Trying to capture the exact moment of the transition; This wouldn’t be my first attempt, Though each time I’d managed to miss the tangibility Of that sharp dividing line separating old from new.
Sometimes I wish everything would come to a standstill – A moment of silence to acknowledge the passing of a season. Sometimes I wish there would be a tremor Through the fabric of existence, To signal the birth of a new cycle.
Walking down memory lane, I come across many strange sights;
Strange, not because they’re unfamiliar, surprising or unnatural;
But because down memory lane things just look different.
Some things which seemed heavy, look like feathers now;
Some things that flitted through barely leaving a mark,
Now seem to have made and left trenches deep and wide;
Fleeting moments that were regarded ordinary, barely noteworthy,
Now seem to be set in gold, with silver linings and adorned with pearls. Continue reading →
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. Continue reading →
“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. Continue reading →
Things are not the same, and you probably don’t need me to tell you.
But sometimes, I need to consciously apprise myself of the changes occurring.
Change comes, bidden or unbidden;
Like time, it’s always in effect, with every tick of the clock;
Change always occurs, passively or actively, positively or negatively.
Some changes are ridden like waves,
Some unfortunately, we allow to tread all over us. Continue reading →