Monday 9 February 2015

I See Clear Waters





I see clear waters
Water so nice
Waters illuminated by divine light
Clear waters I see before me
A thirst to plunge
A hunger to swim
Curious to touch what I see before me
Tempted to immerse my heated being into its pure beauty
The lights beneath it, so bright
It’s almost as though the waters don’t exist
But I can see clear waters
The waters above the light
Sky above the waters
A hierarchy of beauty so right



By Sylvia Chika
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© SylviaChika 2015

Aged Yet Youthful





Clasped hands
Aging and frail
Lips moving slowly…thin and wrinkled
Quivering limbs
Discolored teeth
This the human eyes could see

Knees on the cold hard ground
Grey eyelashes
Scanty afro curls
Aging and tired
Praying but shaky
This the human eyes could see

Yet his heart was young
His spirit alive
Vibrant and yearning for Christ
In love and joyful in Christ
Singing sweet songs
Swaying to the rhythm in his heart
He was old and wrinkled to the world
Oh yes…
But in Christ he was a new creature
Vibrant and young at heart
Learning mysteries and uncovering wisdom in the Word
Aged he was to the world
But youthful he was in Christ


By Sylvia Chika
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© SylviaChika 2015

Alive and Awake!



He walked around
Observing
Viewing
Admiring
A beautiful city
So many new structures
A land of beauty
Things seemed to be working
Many great works in place
Machines so mighty
Machine creating beautiful things
Houses sky-high
He was amazed
Five years asleep
Five years of his life wasted on a bed
Five years of his life preserved by a machine
Five years he was lost in slumber
Warm and unconscious
Dead on the outside
Yet alive on the inside
This world had changed
Beautiful street lights
Long stretched roads
Youths so energetic
Everything seemed alive
He was alive!
Alive and awake!
Rid of the great slumber
Walking these street
Breathing the natural way
He got inspired
He wrote out a plan
All he wanted to contribute to this beautiful world
A plan to create his own world
He wrote the last word and dropped his pen
With a content look, he walked away
Away from the beautiful view
Away from the structures and beautiful roads
Away to create his own world
Alive and awake he was


By Sylvia Chika
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Twitter:@sylviaoz

© SylviaChika 2015