sometimes we sit and wait!…

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waiting

watching, anticipating ,biding out time, its an active rest,waiting like a cat content to sleep most of the day yet with an eye that opened at a first rustling.

such can be our pleasant moments, if we`ll see it, often we don`t.

but life cant happen all at once. many things must live up in time and space for our next activity to be prepared  and us to prepared for it.

so in between, we wait. as does our father, ever patient, waiting…. for the prodigal`s return, the completion of time or for us to notice he there.

#yogenhama…

THERE`S A KINDNESS!…

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that can come with age,a softening and a mellowness that’s good. not that there’s guarantee;

kindness

we can turn, with life’s hurts, hard turns and bumps to bitterness and despair. but we can overcome and when life ages well there`s a beauty that can come no other way than what the years build in.-

in patience, in-understanding and perspective.

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these too are attributes of the father . theres more to him, to be sure; and to stop at these is to sell him short.

still, we know the Lord, for all hes also seen of pain is kind.

 

nb;

the earth was empty, a formless mass cloaked in darkness, Gen 1;2.

QUESTIONS

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TODAY`S WORLD IS FACED WITH DIGRESS OPINIONS. OUR VERY EXISTENCE IS MOVED BY WHAT PRESENT ENVIRONMENT WE FIND OURSELVES..SOME MAKE THE MOST OF IT, OTHERS WANDER ALONG.HOW DO WE MAKE THIS WORLD A BETTER PLACE.?
PEOPLE HAVE LOTS OF EXPECTATIONS AND ASPIRATIONS YET HOW MANY SHALL COME TO PASS..??
MOVIES ARE MEANT TO ENTERTAIN WITH EACH SCENE DESIGNED TO EDUCATE BUT HOW MANY OF THEM ACTUALLY TURN UP REAL..??
HOW MANY WISHES DOES THE FAIRY HAVE TO FULFILL WHEN PEOPLE FEEL AND BELIEVE THEY SHOULD BE SOMEWHERE ELSE ..SOMEWHERE THEY THINK THE WORLD WANTS THEM TO BE..??
OF WHAT CRUELTY IS OUR WORLD MADE OF,THAT A NEW BORN BABY DIES JUST AFTER BIRTH..??
AM LEFT WITH THESE QUESTIONS ASKING WHY..??
AMAZING IT IS WITH HOW THE TREES WHISPERS,
AND HOW THE BIRDS HANG IN THE SKY AND LEARN TO SING
HOW DOES THE RAINBOW STAY THE SAME..??
HOW DOES THE BEES MAKE THEIR HONEY,,, AND HOW DO THEY LEARN TO STING..
CAN A BROKEN HEART GET BACK TO HEAL AGAIN..?
WHEN LOVED ONES GETS SOO BUSY THEY DON`T FIND TIME TO LOVE…
THERE`S SO MUCH RELIGION YET THERE`S VERY LITTLE TO LOVE..
WHATS REALLY THE NEED TO GO TO WAR..?
WOULD I EVER GET TO KNOW THE ANSWERS SOMEDAY..??
WHY DO PEOPLE BELIEVE THINGS THEY KNOW AIN`T TRUE..?
WORDS ARE USED TO START A DAY BUT WHEN OUT THERE WHO REALLY CARES..??
WHEN YOU LOOK INTO THE MIRROR; WHO DO YOU SEE>>?
DO WE HAVE TO GROW OLD TO BE WISE..????
I HOPE I GET SOME ANSWERS SOMEDAY…

INSPIRED BY ASA…

FOR ONE DAY-BY;NANA KOFI HAMMAH..

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Hello there,from hence the articles that makes it on here would be one of many that hold in esteem the categories of life and in its proportion designed for all.i see writing not just as an escape from a gloomy time but also as a form of letting go,and by not limiting us it provides catharsis for the moral and social burdens of everyday life for me personally.
All am saying is in this very piece am sure everyone will have a line or two of their own hidden within.
It is ok to let out…
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Should I look back I just know I was immature
Holding onto life and expectant for it to be still, till
I was now very sure…
Young and distracted I was in such a haste
Believing my rush meant I wouldn’t be late
But I left behind…
How did I get here
I thought it would be easy for you too
That was a big mistake
I thought life was gone and left me in the summer
But all I did was cause its break…
Now i`m here
In all these I would learn something new about myself eachtime…
And in the depths of my heart I would encourage myself in the LORD.
BY;NANA KOFI HAMMAH….

IRONIES OF LIFE-BY NANA KOFI HAMMA

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WHAT ARE WE TO BECOME THAT IS THE QUESTION WHICH LINGERS IN THE MIND ;
ARE WE BORN TO SUFFER THE STRINGS AND ARROWS OF AN EVERLASTING FORTUNE OR TO SHOOT TO SURVIVE AGAINST A TREMENDOUS WAVE OF TROUBLES?

TO DIE, TO SLEEP NO MORE…
AND BY SLEEP WE SAY WE END THE HEART-ACHE AND MILLION SHOCKS THAT THE BODY IS PRONE TO;

TO DIE,TO SLEEP PERCHANCE TO DREAM
PERHAPS THAT`S AN IRONY,FOR IN THAT SLEEP OF DEATH
WHAT DREAMS MAY COME.

AS I WONDERED LONELY AS A CLOUD THAT FLOATS IN THE SKY
WHEN WE HAVE LEFT THIS MORTAL COIL ARE WE TO GAIN PEACE
FOR WHO WOULD BEAR THE WHIPS AND SCORNS OF TIME,
THE HATING WORDS, THE TRAGEDIES OF DESPISED LOVE,INJUSTICE,THE INSOLENCE OF OFFICES

THEY STRETCH IN AN NEVER ENDING LINE
CONTINUES AS THE STARTS THAT SHINE AND SPARKLES IN THE DARKEST DAY…
ARE WE TO BECOME OR NOT TO BE….
THINKING OUT LOUD…