Ceaseless

Time passed to You is time predicted, time planned
For us time keeps all happening at once
But to Him...,
How dizzying it's to imagine what awe
Surrounds Him living in seamless eternity...
I stand in awe of You!
I stand in awe of God!

Yar'adua: Thorn-promoted Rose. Adieu

How should one remember you?
How shall I tell your tale to my sons?

He was a gentle man,
So gentle his affliction became
A prospering game in the hands
of an evil caucus.
I will remember you as a victim
Of those profiting from your illness
I will remember you as a thorn-promoted Rose,
A comely Rose.

But,
In your sickness and death
The voice of a waking nation challenged to duel
The hold of your thorn-ly brethren.

You sleep and we wake.

Adieu, my President.

How easy it is to die

How easy it is to live without a dream
To die on the knees of peace

How easy it's to live without a mission
And be slain by vocation

And at the end the miracle that man is
Lies lost on the bed of the Sea.