ILLUMINATION

Refracting... Diffracting... Reflecting... Deflecting... I saw on the earth and I pondered upon the thirst that has consumed the hearts of men. A thirst for greatness; a thirst to rule. Yet the environment has dealt with the minds of them all that all they are left with  Is what to beg with... There's a leader in you Any man ready to just be a follower for the rest of his life needs a renewal of his mind. The King in him must have been so broken and battered by the issues of life But... Why are there plenty leaders with  little orno leadership As I jourmyed further I discovered that leadership is predetermined not preference It's not a civil service job where you can retire Yet there is room for everyone at the top Leaders are born when gits are discovered and places are found by fulfilment of purpose The gold under the clay unveiled There is a place of authority for everyone having little or nothing to do with titles He who will lead others I learnt as I walked...

True Beauty I adore The true beauty I admire This woman I admired lost her value before my eyes and others. It was lost as a key lost in the river never to be found again. Because her beauty was only skin deep. The beauty that flows from within born out of corrections and self discipline. The one that keeps men around for life.  Not the virtue that draws them but for a moment. True beauty!!! No one is born with it nor is it inherited. A treasure consciously built A loss of it, is like a pearl trampled on by pigs. The river doesn't cease neither does it flow backwards It can never be restored The outer beauty became beaten by the rains of age but true beauty lost forever never to be gotten again. Washed away by stress and strains of life is the fate of the outer beauty but the true beauty blown away by the deficiency of character. Each time she recounts her past and ponders on her story She feels all the pain like it became all messed up yesterday As she dug her own grav...

The Rain and the Flower (Part2: After the rain) The storm is over Everywhere is wet and cold  The sky is no more bleak. The elements sweetly rest Everywhere is blue with a touch of black. The birds now chirping though dripping wet from the torrents. The children roam in the droplets But my heart in fragments The love of the brethren binding. The love of the father abiding. All of this brought warmth to my broken heart. In just one rain The rain helped me to rein my horse And buckle my belt to be the best. Help me to put on my oxygen mask and dive deep to bring out the treasures in the deep All of a sudden the rain was used to lighten my burden. I discovered I could be as a bird but one that has chicks to return to. The light burst forth not from anywhere but from within. The forces outside cannot break you if you are strong inside by the power of his might.

The Rain and the Flower(Part 1: During the rain) As the rain poured down in torrents, I watched from the window of my dorm... The plight of the plant Painful to the leaves but useful to the roots then to other parts of the plant. Life couldn't be anymore than that. Little by little the storm ceased but the flower blooms by the day.  In the same rain children were playing but this child look for a security that cannot be secure in the dearest blanket. No hot milk, no fire to keep warm.  The only security the blanket could offer was from the cold but what about the demons raging within. As the flower does not have protection from the rain and still strive to live on because if it does not bend it breaks. Oh the rain of discipline Don't break just bend so you can straighten up stronger than yesterday Instead emerge victorious, fresher and better than ever before. Painful to the body; balm to the soul who can stand against. It's okay to break down along the way; it ...