Tuesday, 10 June 2014

TRAPPING ONESELF

The sun's beautiful rays bursting through the clouds
There’s a calming effect nature has on me. In fact I’m sure this effect is on every normal person. Nature is simply therapeutic. Maybe it’s the green in the leaves or the fresh air. Better yet, it could be the chirping of birds or the tranquility away from the reality of the crazy world.
Recently I visited the Nairobi National Park. I know it’s not the same as visiting the Mara but it’s something close. The fresh air seemed to carry away any problems I had at the back of mind. My brain seemed to kick into full action at the sight of God’s nature. I desired to be as carefree as the butterflies fleeting by; as relaxed as the giraffes eating out of acacia trees; as alert and swift as the antelopes. Heck, I wanted to be like the much sought after king of the jungle. I simply wanted to be free.

We live in a world where many times we simply feel trapped. All choices have consequences; we are never really free. But as I watched the animals in their natural environment I figured maybe we are trapped because we aren’t really in our natural environment. We are too busy chasing after what the world dictates to be prosperity to discover where our natural environment really is.

Put a fish out of water and it dies. But in the water it thrives and survives almost effortlessly. It’s not that easy for us. We won’t lose our breath and die out of our natural environment; but inside we are corpses rotting away.  Only when we find our natural environment will we really be free. Until then we only trap ourselves.
City's view from the park

Wednesday, 2 April 2014

through paper and pen



loosing touch with the inner me

running away form the pen i see

loosing sight of what's deep within

fighting to breathe yet suffocating myself

you see the pen and the paper didn't do it any more
writing journals and poetry just seemed too emotional
lost touch of how to handle things
trying to deal with it like she did or like he would
forgetting i'm a different girl
i don't talk it out, i write it out

lost my stamina lost all balance
plunging deep into despair
attempting to please the world that lacked appreciation
worldly approval that didn't quite take it all away
remembering i have an Eternal Father
yet keeping Him at bay
no more love letters no silent prayers
no invocations on Him
as pride was in the way

but waking up to a new day
i pick my paper and pen
flashbacks on my former love letters to my Lord
reminiscing on bleeding ink onto paper
bringing peace to my mind
then it suddenly dawns on me
i'm simply married to my paper and pen

hence i'll find healing in my writing away..
i'll pour out my heart through this lovely blessing of self- expression
i'll pour out my heart to God but not as everyone does in
i'll do it through my paper and pen.

i'll be the girl who found healing and changed the world through paper and pen.
changing the world a word at a time