you are stuck on the ceiling board.
I look up, intently at the white rectangles
eyeing the invisible patterns of my earnest supplications;
that never quite made it past my rooftop.
why are you not getting past the ceiling board?
Is it because in the midst of saying it
I was thinking what sauce I must make for the day
would meatballs or fried chicken
appeal more to my hungry fold?
why do you fail to soar
could it be that the landlords brick and mortar
are far too hard and impenetrable?
I must have a word with him
‘cos he needs to use heaven proof material.
once you leave the space in my heart
do you roam the void trying to fill the vacuum
or do you travel faster than the light of speed
heaven bound where Angels receive you
then file you away in ‘to do files’?
I have no idea where you go
no do I truly know where heaven is,
but what I know is that at some point in time
each word of prayer I ever offered
will be waiting there to meet with me.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Daddy always said ‘rise with the Sun so that you set the tone of your day,’ and throughout my growing up years, like clockwork, we rose way before the Sun.
Today the most important things I inherited from my dad are the ethics, the values, the wise words, the memories and the parenting influence that he had on my life.
Ever so often, a saying of his will echo in my mind and I feel suffused with the warmth of his presence albeit through his words.
As a child, I truly had no deep understanding of losing loved ones’ – not sure that I still do – and like the sunrise and sunsets of my young days, I felt that those that mattered most would always be there.
Well, I am deadly wrong. I think that life is so unfair to take away those we love and yearn for, on the other hand, I am deeply thankful that I had the opportunity to know such love.
Knowing what I know now, the glorious rise of each Sun, reminds me that I’m alive, that I must embrace the day and that there’s no time to waste in looking back at yesterday. By the time the sun sinks low, I’m reminded to leave every form of acrimony and as much as is humanly possible to end my day with a cleansed mind.
Below is a little tune from me. Excuse the croaky voice 😉
Oh I often sit and ponder
when the sun is sinking low
where shall yonder future find me
only God in heaven knows
shall I be amongst the living
shall I mingle with the free
wheresoever my path may lead me
Saviour keep my heart with thee
Oh the future lies before me
and I know not where I’ll be
wheresover my path may lead me
Saviour keep my heart with thee
I’ve missed sharing mundane Monday photos and jumping back into it…with enough gusto I hope.
Today, when you look in the mirror, you’ll see a beautiful soul.
Our mirrors are not just to see the reflections of our physical self, but to remind us that we are more than our looks.
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I do my regular featured blog posts from links that fellow bloggers send across, but I realized that I haven’t shared other posts that caught my interest in a long time.
I recognize that a lot of bloggers – except few – bother to read reblogs and now and again, I stumble on posts that I find myself nodding along in agreement as I read them and wish to share.
I offer these few. I found sense, laughter, reflection and inspiration. Do take a peek. I am disabling the comment button to encourage you to visit the blog sites.
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