Lighting The Candle of Hope

He cleared some old papers
From his desk
A blue paper fell off
He picked it, and opened it;
It was a drawing
One of his daughter’s drawings
Tears welled up his eyes
As he held the paper
Close to his chest
Lips trembling, heart aching
Heart yearning

“I’m not ready
To say my final goodbye
Because
I’m still waiting
For you
To open that door
And say
Daddy, I’m home”

He knew he would
Run ten thousand miles
Walk to the ends of the earth
Do everything, anything possible
If that would bring
Daddy’s little girl
Home
Alive and well

The worst nightmare for any family is to lose a child through kidnapping. It’s a nightmare worse than death no one would wish for their worst enemy. The uncertainty, the regrets, the should haves and would haves; such a burden is too heavy for anyone to bear.

I’m lighting this candle of hope, praying for families like the family of Madeleine Mccann who turned 14yrs yesterday the May 12th. Join me and say a quiet prayer that the good and merciful Lord will bring their lost children home safely. Amen.

May the dreams, desires and hopes of these families in pain be a reality, may it be achieved; for every dream we desire and aspire for can be achieved, Amen.

Daily Prompt: Final

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A Symbiotic Sensation

He flies with a purposeful buzz
He spots her in the fields
Displaying herself like a peacock
In bright delicate purple petals
Eagerly, he draws closer
How beautiful she looks
As she invites him in
She needs him
She needs the fresh pollen dusts
He needs her
He needs her sweet nectar
Like a gentleman
He perches on the royal petal
Soft and smooth like a feather
He must treat her gently
He inserts his proboscis
He tenderly sucks
She yields to his demands
She doesn’t hold back
An exchange-
A symbiotic sensation
A scientific fulfilment
Hinging on a mutual bond
He strokes her petals
She flaps in content
And bids him farewell
As she proceeds to pollinate
He responds with a last glance
As he proceeds home
To give the sweet nectar
To his beloved queen

Daily Prompt: Symbiosis, Purple

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Teardrops

Teardrops from the skies
Dark clouds in loud rumblings
And creation gratifies
In a sloppy slushy caresses
Teardrops from the sky
Falling, kissing the ground
An ordinary lad passing by
To his lass, homeward bound

Daily Prompt: Ordinary

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Awaken The Author in You

Having a book
Or many books
With your name on it,
On a shelf,
In a faraway land,
Or the house next door
In someone’s home,
Or on a school library,
Or in a Sunday school,
Read by some
Critiqued by others
Mentioned by many
Making a difference
In someone’s life
It’s surely worth doing well
It’s surely worth the wait

Overcome your inertia
Grab your pen
Enclosed in a corner
With your writing pad
Let the words flow
Days into months
And months into years
The end is nearer
With each chapter
Your world is waiting
Your peers are watching
Look into the future
Your books are there
Give it your best shot
To make a difference
In someone’s life
It’s surely worth doing well
It’s surely worth the wait

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A Mother’s Love

She gives up her name to answer his name
Even though some do retain their maiden names.
Still she gives up her identity somehow;
She gives up her body to bear his babies-
Passes through the inevitable popular 9 month seasons of morning sickness, bloating, constipation, body disfiguring, sleepless nights, demanding attractive partner, silly noisy adorable children, etc. etc. etc.
Which culminates into excruciating labour pains, c-sections, episiotomy, epidural, birth complications, incessant hospital visits,.. until the baby is born… Wow!
Most times, with the demands of childcare she changes her job and puts her career on hold;
She gives in her time to go to work;
She comes back from work and resumes housework/children work- cleaning and cooking, hoovering and dusting, laundry and ironing, assisting with homework, amidst scolding and shouting, loving and caring, quarrels and tantrums, stories at bedtime, hugs and kisses etc etc etc
She ends all that and then, sometimes, resumes marital conjugal duties that same night… Wow!
She hardly gets a “me, myself and I” time; and the next morning the cycle begins again!

I bet you are asking, “Why and how does she do these? What motivates her?”
As a mother, I know the reason behind this is summed up in one word- Love.
The unconditional, unconventional, dynamic, incomprehensible, sacrificial, amazing and wonderful love of a mother.

A mother’s love- the quintessential epitome of sacrifice.

Written In response to our daily post word: Sacrifice, Epitome

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Heaven’s Beautiful Shore

Unfriendly tempests around us assail
As we sail to that Beautiful Shore
With God’s Word to lead us forth
Against each tide we will prevail

How we trust our Father’s hand
To lead His children safely home
Fear not Pilgrim, do journey on
Soon on Heaven’s Shore we shall stand

Sweet Holy Spirit give us strength
Sin does beckon with every tide
Draw us near towards Your side
Dark lusty waves are not our friend

Let heaven’s wind bear us on
May our heartfelt prayers prove our course
Each heart rejoicing with praise to God
When we stand on Heaven’s Beautiful Shore

In response to our daily post word: BeachJourney

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