To see and look away

To see and look away

To like and leave her sway

To not say not again

To keep in on the way

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Grateful — June 2017

We’ve come to half the year
We’re still here
Not by might or strength
It’s because you’re there

Hell wanted me prey
Like she knew nowhere to stay
But she had to fail
For mine was not her place

We’ve come to half the year
Tomorrow is blessed
Not by might or strength
It’s because you’re there

Thank you, thank you
I have a say
Thank you, thank you
‘Made a way

It’s because you’re there
It’s because you’re there

The Eyes of God

When you look
though the lens of a camera,
your sight
is blinded
to all but that which the lens leads you to.
Except
where the lens through which you look
belong to the eyes of God.
The eyes of God,
they see all;
they see everything in every way to be seen.

Winning the War — Easter

Did losing the battle mean winning the war? Or was it just a loss on the way to the victory that ended all battles.

One example of the former:
The fight was real but it was at the same time contrived to ensure the victory that sealed the fate of all, according to their choices. God in His wisdom provided a quasi Trojan horse solution to the desire of man for the otherwise unattainable true nirvana.

Today is indeed a good (Fri)day: we commemorate the battle that won the war; the battle where the Protagonist died. “It is finished,” He said. And it was so. And He came back alive!

Happy holidays.

Ogbeide

Grateful — March 2017

Didn’t look like a good month half way gone
Looked like I’d end up where I didn’t want
Like a flood it sees me fighting
Finding a way to make better this that I have
It would seem like I suffer
But God knows how it has worked out to my rise

I am grateful for chance

Mysterious almost
That strange luck
I am grateful for open doors
The good fortune that I’ve got

You have made a way

Grateful — February 2017

It was the month of love
Now it is gone
Again to come
In a few months

But your love has no bounds
Time and space, irrelevant
Something that shines
Visible on every side
I am grateful for your heart

There were strange dreams
Even this morning
Who to interpret?
I, maybe

There is only good for me
Regardless of what was seen
You will not let fear creep in
Because we think the same things

I am Grateful

That you stand with me with all my crazies
I am Grateful