Mountain for love

It's only a mountain,
yet splendid and alluring,
yet treacherous and unpredictable
I scale it a foot at a time
for love and purpose

It called out the brave
sought lovers of nature
fed streams and lakes
it takes on a new meaning
touching lives down below

love makes you do crazy things
jump into blazing flames
get into debt for jewels 
die for humanity
or scale heights
like the mountain
all, for love

So up we go
hoping to return
but yearning to arrive
at the peak, the goal
the reason for the feat
filling bellies, feeding babies
touching lives below

It's only a mountain
for love

Picture taken by Haku (hakupix.blogspot.com)

Its A Beautiful Day

It's a beautiful day
Sunny and gay
Do good and play
Just as you pray
Tis true they say
He gave us today
For it was yesterday
And tomorrow just may
But today is okay

Fill up with joy
This is no ploy
No need to be coy
Get up and deploy
Every girl, every boy
That which you enjoy
Make it your toy
Thy blessings employ
For you are His envoy

Let's sing a hymn
Lift all glory unto Him
He's cooler than denim
He's wiser than Brahim
Make Him head the team
You will live the dream
In His time
Not on a whim
Hit the rim and never dim

Make a choice
Endeavour to rejoice
Hearken to His voice
Filter out every noise
Step out with poise
Float, with no buoys
You're His, not Loyce'
In any shade, even turquoise
Perfectly made and apoise.

Alone In The Crowd

Alone in the crowd
Faces forward, stiff necks
Weak glances, we made a big crowd
But so was the cloud
Of isolation, segragation
Thinking we were one
Bound by a wand
Yet alone in the crowd

My feeble cry so un-noticed
My turning and twisting causing jitters
so I keep looking
My thought lingers
How can we all
In this huge hall
Act in awe
As though in a whole
Alone in the crowd

Can you see me?
Do you hear me?
Don't know me?!
Have a minute to?
Ok I get it
You wanna live it
The way you know it
But do you really think
I don't feel a pinch
I don't need a winch
To break this which keeps me
Alone in the crowd

Smiles hiding sorrow
Tears washing guilt
Cries of wolves
Sheep's skin
To boot
Painted faces
Masked reality
Mixed races
Lip service equality
Filled with negativity
I seek a let-off
Look around again
In time to catch the train
New scene
Still alone in the crowd.

Time Divine

As controversial as this may sound, I've come to believe and agree that time is divine. Man endeavours to change everything, own everything, affect everything, influence everything, explain everything and understand everything. The one thing he is completely unable to own, affect, influence, explain and understand is time. And there in lies his inability to understand God because time is divine and like time, we cannot understand God. The best definition I came across of time is that it's a dimension in which things exist. Sounds straight forward and clear until you begin to interrogate it. The best scholars haven't been able to determine whether time is a pre-existing structure within which events occur or it's simply man's attempt at sequencing and comparing events. One thing is now clear to me. There is a point man describes as the beginning of time. We think it, we believe it, we try to understand and explain it, but we fall short and can only theorize. What man has been unable to explain, he ascribes to a higher being, the heavens, forces, cosmos or whatever bodies that relieves him of the pain of explanation. Call  a spade a spade. Time is divine. Before there was, it was. After there is, it shall be. It's God's tool of defining, refining, recycling, retiring and re-engineering things. The last 5 minutes in which I wrote this are not retractable or recoverable. They are gone. But where? No they aren't gone anywhere. Time is cyclical in God's plan. It's however definite and expendable in our plan. We are the passing items, time is the constant. The best we can do is invest our time for the benefit of others when we are retired. When man realizes how divine time is, we shall have a universe of respecters of God's time. Of understanding that time is an asset only if and when you use it well and it's a big liability if you waste it. Yes, time can be a liabilty...having a lot of time to do wrong creates success at doing wrong. Success at going in the wrong direction is failure. Time is success when at the passage of it, there is fruit, a yield, positivity. It's a gift given us by our birth and taken from us at our death but time well spent is an honour to it's owner.

Wishing no more...

Wish I told him how much I loved him. How much he meant to me. How close we should have been.
Wish I told her what a beacon she was in my life. How I respected what she stood for. How I admired her courage and industry.
Wish I fed him when he was hungry. That I carried him everywhere I went, so he wouldn't starve or spend the nights alone and cold.
Wish I recorded those moments. The un-recreate-able moments that are now just fuzzy memories.
Wish I didn't listen to those nay-sayers, damn I'd be far by now.
Wish I was there, played my part while they grew, knew them and got them to know me.
Wish I wrote those songs that played in my head all day and all night.
Wish I painted those scenes, while my imagination ran wild. While the paint was still wet and fresh, while the canvas was still stretched tight.
Wish age didn't catch up before I set foot on the field; not as a hobby but to push my gifts to their limits.
Wish I said something, to her, to him, while they were within earshot, in a receptive mood.
Wish I did not get to the 'What if...?' point. That I explored, discovered, risked, turned things over, and never wondered what lay beneath, when it mattered no more, too late in the day.
Wish I never wished. Wish all my wishes were fulfilled, that I lived my dreams, and wished others would stop being wishful and just be like me.
Wish I never have to wish again, because I hold the wish button; not to wish on it but to press on it, to realize what it holds for me.
Wish no more...
Pick that phone and say those things, take that trip and see those places, risk it all and live it all, paint that scene while the canvas is stretched, write those songs, feed that neighbour, love that spouse, nuture that child, play that sport, press that button and wish no more.....

Year In Year Out

As the year draws to a close I get a sinking feeling, I hear a ticking almost like a countdown to things not just current and present, but those yet to happen too. Then it hits me, hey, you have this life, not any other. You have to live today. The ticking clock is not just a reminder that some things are within only the Almighty's control, but that this is your time, my time, the only time we've got to enjoy the gift of life and pass on the benefits of our being to present and future generations. The sinking feeling is not just in recognition that age is catching up, but in recognition that tomorrow's judges will examine what I did with my life today, while I lived.

As the year draws to a close, I give thanks for another free 300plus days. But its amazing how we often wish the year over quickly just so we can start a new slate and set the seldom fulfilled resolutions. The image I get is of a reptile moulting in order to start anew. Just like snakes shed their skin; apparently to get rid of parasites but more importantly to grow, the new year affords us an opportunity to self examine against the things we set out to do and set fresh targets for the new year. We also grow in age! The snake would not grow in size if it did not shed its skin...likewise we would not grow if we carried unresolved issues to subsequent years without a shedding or other solution. Thank heavens ours doesn't have to be so tidious or painful physically.

As the year draws to a close, I prepare to usher in a new one. We seldom, luckily, dwel on the past year. We focus all our intent and attention on the coming one and hopefully retain enough lessons and investments from the old one to make the new one better.

As the year draws to a close, live on...this is our time.

Coming of Age

I finally grew up; in tech terms. Having my first blog now feels like Kimani Maruge stepping into 3rd grade but what the hek! Gotto start somewhere.
I've grown up in many ways this year. Discovered new passions, lost a dear one, cried myself to sleep, grew closer to my God, built a 'lion'. In a sense, growing up has been many mixed feelings and emotions. I learned to be strong for other people, to be weak when I need to, to dictate when I had to, to submit as I ought to. This year has been 300days of waking up every hour to the reality that this is my time, our time. The only chance we got to be whoever we can be, do whatever we can do and leave whatever mark we can on the family and future generations. I have grown, not just in age, wisdom, bank balance, love, size but in mind. That intangible zone is the greatest muscle I have learnt to flex, and I plan to, vigorously!