A time for destiny

kingdaniel

There is a way out

of the woods

which we believed

had nothing to do

with our lives

as we feasted through

the nightfall

living was a privilege

no one knew where to

find peace,

it came to be that war

had engulfed us in

the midst of our meals

there was nothing

greater than our

imagination and wisdom

our lives were dependent

on the earth providing.

 

 

We belonged to a sect

of violence that caused

mayhem like no other

we were never convinced

that our

lives would conquer

pain and suffering

it was a case of being

innocent and guilty

there was friendship

even amongst our foes'

circle,  we were

surrounded by gunshots

meant to kill and injure

we became captives in our

lives where we sought

redemption,

our enemies became pariahs

we were victors that followed

no rules and,

regulators were unpopular

we lived on earth for no

apparent reason, culture

and tradition was dictatorial

too strict and rigid, culture

couldn't compromise

culture became essential before our lives,

it has built up the earth

it is valued like the air

we breathe.

 

 

The foundation of the house

is more precious like

the house it is built on

yet there is no house

without a foundation,

a small and large

house has a foundation,

air is crucial on earth

so comes the rain

we have deposited our treasures

without receiving returns on 

investment, we are reliant

and sustained by the air and

the air hasn't ransomed us

or taken us hostage,

without the air there is no

foundation.

 

The beginning of the foundation

is the beginning

of civilisation , a strong

foundation is a beginning

of peace

there was laughter or

celebration in our camp and we were cut

short from our jovial activities,

Can a house stand without

a foundation?

There was work to be done,

planting, sowing and harvesting

work couldn't

cease

before us.

There was no end towards ending 

our sweat and toil, as

long as

the was light work would

never end

we were looking for

perfection,

progressing was in our

sight, to love everything

in the whole earth is to

love the whole of creation,

it is to appreciate

the work of God,

to love the earth is the

beginning of peace. To

hate the earth is to hate

the whole creation, every

man is responsible for his/her

character and behaviour.

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Solomon (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 31st, 2021 10:16
  • Category: Special occasion
  • Views: 35
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