Forgotten-The spirit of Christmas present

First posted on the 16th of December 2010


As we get into the swing and spirit of things about the season, it is very easy to see that the focus is less on the reason for the season and more on presents and food. Many have their wish lists as long as can be, many parents and people will be visiting the shops for every half price annd BOGOF deal they can get, many cards will be bought and given, many paper hats worn, silly jokes read and duly laughed at, many things that have absolutely nothing to do with the reason for the season.

Whether we like it or not, the reason we celebrate Christmas is because of the CHRIST in the mass, it is the mass about a gift from God to man, a sacrifice of love, an invitation across realms. The world has changed it to Xmas, put a fat man in red suit as its representation and made it all about what we can get and eat, but that is not why we should celebrate.

We should celebrate because in a world where many are dropping dead like flies, we are still alive, we should celebrate that we have certain freedoms that many don't have and in our celebration we should remember and pray for those who don't enjoy our pleasures no matter how simple.

This is the time to be a community, to reach out not only to your families but also your neighbours and just the person you meet as you walk down the street. A few weeks ago, it was reported that two elderly people died in their backyard in the snow and they had neighbours, but no one heard their cries for help, no one noticed until it was too late.

This is the season to emphasise kindness, love and friendship, many are lonely, without families, hope or joy. This is the time to have less things and more friends, it is the time to give love, for in giving, you receive. this is the time to show truly what God designed and meant when He sent Jesus to the world, That He sent Him as healing to a broken desolate world, as a symbol of love and hope to the empty hearted and lost.

My Christ is the reason why I celebrate this season, He is the gift I've received and the great thing is, He is a gift I can share and gladly I do. So as I wish you all my friends the usual greetings of this time, hear it differently from my lips to your hearts. Merry CHRISTmas and may we all have a New Year filled with joyous surprises.


Forgotten

Wrapping paper falls off
the Nintendo Wii;
the shaving mechanism, mysterious in its case;
the newest Take That CD;
the blender, shiny, never to be used;
the knitted jumper, garish in red and white;
the bath kit for someone with only a shower;
the perfume, chocolates, bottles of cheap wine.
Gifts mostly politely accepted, tucked away or
received in joy, set to use immediately.
Wrapping paper falls off and no one
notices the baby in the manger hidden
beneath them all.

Blessings of every kind

Posted first on the 14th of April 2007

I have been very fortunate to be invited to some really good gigs for a poet and a female black Nigerian poet at that and some people may knock it but I thank God for every blessing that has come my way. In my writing circuit, hearing people abuse God is rife and I never stop being shocked by the whole thing, I mean how do puny humans get off insulting a deity?

They have no control whether they live or die and yet it comes so easy to them to 'rebel' against a higher power. well enough about them, just wanted to put in new stuff and next entries will be some story extracts. Enjoy!

BIRDSONG

This is for the vulture
Flying low scavenging for food
Brother, don't blame him
Another's death is his feast
For without he would die.

This is for the eagle
Flying strong hunting prey
It is not his fault
Another's carelessness is his triumph
There is no mercy for the foolish

This is for the hawk
Flying in search for that gaol
Be not annoyed, my brother
Your straying chickens fill his beak
Insufficient red dye is no good excuse

This is for all birds strong and wild
Yours is the wicked beak, the sharp talon
Strong birds, strong lives
Reflecting the ways of men
May I never be found weak.


SANITY

I wish you could read my mind
Find disturbances, grievances, fears
My smile is larger than my joy
My joy is small, if any at all
My mind is a book, lost, dusty, rude

I wish you could live my dream
Discover horror, pain, grief
My laughter is louder than my pleasure
My pleasure is small, if any at all
My dream is a nightmare, lonely, scary, unknown

I wish you for a little while
My mind, my dream
Understand this, you are not my enemy
I just need you to know and
Be aware of me.