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!
Monday, 17 May 2010
Thursday, 6 May 2010
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 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.
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