Rise

Body weak and mind dangling from the dark edge of oblivion

All the blood in me calm and immobile as if frozen by a venom that creeps and courses within the walls of my blood vessels with lust for my heart

Am slowly falling into the abyss of legend that has taken our forefathers and ancestors; death.

Am scared...THEN!!! Knock knock!!!

My heart beat responds and a voice calls out to me... 

RISE!!! Son of my father; the diamond in the rough. And spread the word that I the lion of Judah will return for my sheep

In that moment, like a jolt of electricity to my nerves, my blood shoots like a Tokyo bullet train racing to resurrect every vital organ in my numb body as my mind regenerates and grows stronger like the I.Q of Lucy

In that moment, I gasp and open my eyes.... 

Blink after blink as I taste salt from my tears and sweat that had dried on my lips in the scorching heat I lay...

It's not only a sign that am still scared but also a sign that am alive and can feel again... 

And for what seems like a rebirth, I crack a smile on my beaten lips cause I know am destined for greatness

I RISE.....wow....this is how Lazarus must have felt...

>>A.T.L.<<

Time's Tale

Beyond all channels of knowledge lies an infinite tale

told by time. Take a few seconds away from the sound

waves emitted from the earth's corners and you will

literally hear her speak. Her voice is evident in the

consistently paced tic tac beats of the clocks on our

walls. She holds all truth and distributes fragments

of it in spaced sections of eternity for men to find.

She has the events of our lives wisely scheduled with

alarms to signal the onset of each, if only we'd listen

long enough to get the rhythm. Unfortunately, we are

deceived by malfunctioned watches and impaired

clocks whose batteries have died and have somehow

lost our place in the rhythm; dancing to the wrong

beat at the wrong time. Consequently, we find

ourselves lagging a few hours behind or otherwise

stuck at one point deprived of progress while the

beat goes on.

And we come up with notions like 'life is unfair'.

What if I opposed that school of thought and blamed

the injustices of life on our inability to understand

the times and seasons? Maybe modify it a little; life

is not fair, time is. She serves every plate

accordingly. The main difference between the rich

and the poor is time management. The social

stratification system is only an illustration of

various people at different paces with time; lower,

middle and upper class. A few steps faster and the

poor will equal the rich. The key is to keep pace with

time. Quit the blame game, Karl Marx died blaming it

on the bourgeoisie.

Why not increase your pace and allow time to relay a

few more episodes of her tale before you murmur?

Maybe try listen out for the alarms before engaging

in the wrong activities at the wrong time... Trust her.

She always tells the true tale. It's the point at

which you stop listening that you get a distorted

version of it.

>>Jedidiah<<

The Last Call

Speech is what I hear as the drums beat rhythmically

inclined, short sighted to the vibrations... Audibly... I

hear... Cataracts....cataract understanding. 

My brain fails to envision as I live my life only once..... 

Once?

Cogitatively, death seems more realistically appealing.

Marathonically, I tried... But ignorance only

stretches an olympic that long; am guessing a silver.

"What if?" is the food daily fed. "Do I know you?" I

think... God questioned me! Now I wonder how...

I've been saving you!

Cause every time I check, check! Present in church,

check! Daily preaching, check! Giving, check! Praying,

check! Chicks..... Check! But...?

I wonder. Have I missed it? Have you missed it? What

if?

Laboring in vein like a still birth always unexpected,

remember? I know I ain't Grade five but it still clicks.

Do my checks bounce? What if right is only what i set

to please me?

With vibrations still lingering, hell is not my

sambaling i do not swim like that.

But it clearly is time to check, this time, not your

self...but His word... 

You never know your last breath....

 Could be His last call.

>>Nebert D-Ray Chipasha<<