Story: Double Love

I cannot reach my love, her who is constantly in my soul. It seems more than ever that we are world's apart, like we live in two different realms. Yet she is always in my heart and in my soul. Oh what to do!

But the other day, in the early afternoon  I met another who gave me an approving smile. The stars of admiration glistened in her eyes. Although she did not confess it with her lips, yet her arduous touch and steady gazing confirmed it. 

I spoke to her a while conversing on many light matters, for it would do no good to talk about a thing that weighs the soul. We spoke of gentle nature and how equally we admire the sunset but that we both favored the sunrise. The more she lingered around me, the more I began to see her ascending supremacy in all things.

Have I been won? As my heart been taking away once again into that garden of dearest love? But there was nothing in my mouth to suggest such a thing, for my tongue still had the taste of indifference, although as each hour went by, yes hours for with her, time flew blessed by, I began to taste her honesty.

She was all lovely and blameless. No spot of blemish I could see in her beauty. Her character was angelic but I must halt, for wisdom councils that one should hold judgement on a person until they have done them wrong. 

After many hours spent in her presence, I retired home and so did she. I retired o my bed and thought of her, her whom I cannot reach with my love but concluded that perhaps she is not worth the keeping in my head. She ought to be dismissed and I should reverie about her who admires the brave wind that busies itself in the eastern desert. 

Morning came with a cardinal merit of delight. I rose to wonder about her who delights in the rays of light, who would never eschew a depressing company but linger with them until they are dismissed. I wondered if she is up like me thinking about me like I am thinking of her. Nay I thought, she would earlier rise and put her house in order, for all I observed about her proclaims that she was a woman of congenial charitableness, pleasing others before she pleased herself. I am too in this way of order and no doubt that when we are together, we are equally yoked.

Such was my morning easiness that I relapsed into a soft dream where she was all in fantastic white coming towards me. But my comfortableness was soon dislodged by a loud slap on my door!

"I know you are in there," her voice screamed that is her whom my love cannot reach.

But why this wrath I thought. Nevertheless I must open and prepare myself for her cutting remarks.  

 

Watch over me

Watch over me
What is there to watch?
My life

Watch over me
What is there to watch?
My ways

Watch over me
What is there to watch?
My sins

Watch over me
What is there to watch?
My Sorrow

Watch over me
Why?
I need someone to care.

My Lord, my sweet love

My Lord, my sweet love
You are forever kind,
For you have restored and renewed my soul.
I am forever in your debt
You are the treausure of my heart.

You are my hope, the king of my life.
I Kneel, your commands to heed,
I pray, I know all my feelings to you flow.
My shelter, my ever present help
My Light, my dream, my righteousness
I will ever walk with you.

K.Oni

One day, for many people happiness and pleasantness will cease

One day, for many people happiness and pleasantness will cease.

For the other people, happiness and pleasantness will be never ending.

For those people whose happiness will cease, their existence will be hard and unsparing. Despair will be their daily gift.

For the other people, each day will be glorious and gorgeous, full of glitter and glamour, merriment and good will.

Who wants this grim to be their existence?

None I dare say who truly know the extent of its misery. But because many have no idea of the eternal depression of hell, many are not tortured by it in their soul.

In the church, hell is an awkward topic, but when Christ returns, it will be a graphic matter.

Who in church is informed of this impending doom? Who will weep for their generation, let alone weep for their own family!

Who worries about their own soul, let alone the heart of their brother?

Man has hugged reason and hung faith. He forgot that both came forth from the Almighty!

Reason without faith misleads. Faith without reason deludes.

A great portion of men are drunk with unbelief, and those who believe, among them are few who pray earnestly for those who admire their unbelief.

Who is awake to pray at the eleventh hour, just before the dawn of Christ?

O I will pray and not play. Play is for eternity, work is for this erring time. Stand and correct, but be prepared for retribution.

When the TRUTH met with lie, lie crucified HIM.

The brothers and sisters of TRUTH must always smile at cruelty, tolerate it and always seek to eliminate it with good.

One day, for many people happiness and pleasantness will cease

Who knows what life will give them?

Who knows what life will give them?

Who knows except the one who can see the future. Surely we can predict and say, if I do this then this will happen, or if I do that, then that will happen.

Who knows what life will give them?

There is wisdom in planning, in working hard and in having goals. There is foolishness in laziness and leaving everything to nature to sort itself out.

The person who rises up early to study will sleep well before the eve of an exam. But the person who sleeps till late will worry anxiously before he takes his test.

But even with all precise planning, yet who knows what life will give them?

If our life is a drama, the stage has already been set. We enter in crying and eventually we will depart. We observe, we react, we listen and form relationships with the other characters in this drama. We join different plots and develop different themes but we are always under certain constraints. 

What are your constraints? 

What is life given you at this moment or what are you given life? What are your themes? Love, betrayal, alienation, discovery, escape, freedom? 

Who knows what life will give them! Do you know?

Some people lead themselves in life and father themselves whilst others let other people lead them and mother them. 

There is a spirit of the child and that of the orphan. Which one are you? Perhaps you are both but can that be. 

Some people don’t have a direction, whilst some are on a path but no destination. 

Where are you going? Where is your character in this drama of life heading? What are you doing with the props the authour has given to you?

Who is leading you and where are you going?

As for me, I say Jesus lead me lest I stray, gently or in whatever manner you see fit lead me all the way. This is because Jesus is life himself. He sees the future. He has seen the whole picture, I haven't.

So Jesus, walk me through the stream of time to the land of endless days. Guide me through each scene of my life, I will follow your script.

Though I may not know what life will bring, yet I know this that if I let Jesus lead me, all will be well at last.

K.Oni

Goodbye my golden glow

Her beauty far outweighs mine,
Golden glorious
Her smile dislodges my downhearted tide,
Carried in by the moon of my distress
Of her never to adore our filial pride.
But Halt, her gladsome glow forever my golden show,
Now confined to memory, to ethereal gratification
Of her lips caressing the hardness of my skin,
Till serenity overruns our stimulated exhale.
Goodbye my golden glow
Your stream now ease through his pictorial path 
His wonders better than the stars of night
His light brighter, better than the charmful art of nature's rhymes.
He gives your eyes and heart what I lack,
I do wish you well though I fear 
This heartache will soon make me die.

K.Oni

I knew a sad boy: No where to go with his life

I knew a very sad boy who told me that he had no where to go with his life, that there was no future for him. His brown eyes was continually teary even at the best of times. He told me,

"Sir, I have nowhere to go with my life. I just want to die, halt my step and be deceased. For I am a disease, unwanted and unloved. One person said that I was a poison and the other that I had something missing which I could never give. Many others looked at me with eyes of scorn, labelling me a scum. O sir, my heart is sensitive, and those with whom I have built my hopes have taken a hammer in good cheer and happily broken my home. O what to do sir! I have no hate for them in my heart for I am all those things, vile and evil. I believe as they have said that I could never make anyone happy, and what is living if those that I want to make happy can never be happy with me? One time, I saw in her eyes utter disgust for me, as if I was a filthy stain in her life, an hindrance to her happiness and I saw in his eyes deep anger and bitterness. O Sir, in my heart I feel that I have only done good, but my good is bad, and therefore I ought to perish immediately and kiss this world goodbye. In as much as I wish this feeling to go away, that is the feeling of remembering her, and of them accepting me, this feeling persists and each day rises to new heights that makes me stumble because of the heartache. O sir, my hope is hopeless."

I looked lovingly on the sad boy and pitied him. I wish I could remedy his case, but he was so far gone that I fear in the coming days that I should be summoned to bury him. His case is beyond earth and heaven, only divine hands can change his heart, but also her whom he so loved. Only if she would remain his friend and give him hope, but such is the case with our free-will that no matter how one hopes, it has no affect at all to change a person's affection. Only God can do that.

K.Oni