Beloved

Cry beloved, cry
That you won't need to
When your heart is broken.

Life has its hoping and people make promises to feel good.
Some don't care if it's all you have but they take it anyway.
Never dream too big, you will only fall too high when all fails.

Breathe beloved, breathe.
That you won't need to
When you are choking.

Burdens will come in masks to clench your throat real good.
The things you fear most will come searching for you anyway.
Chains will bind you all over and walls surround, but never fail.

Stand beloved, stand
That you will not fall
When the ground trembles.

Spread your feet on the ground and stand akimbo like good.
You will come to doubt everything you believe in anyway.
Hold on to what is true when the floor fails. Truth never fails.

Live beloved, live
That you will not die
With the dawning of life.

Entebbe

Audacious lake flies rise in smoke columns, in the distance,
Across the shimmering gray lake like a wall, at cockcrow.

On the shore, chilled waves step back and forth hesitantly
On the soaked sand, with tattered algae spread in patches.

Water hyacinths dance up and down on the deep waves,
On pilgrimage to the shore to cuddle the sleeping canoes.

Bare footed fishermen inspect their moldy nets calmly,
With an eye on the oozing flies assaulting the lake.

In worn-out colonial houses charcoal stoves come to life,
Babies coo and the naked fragrance of the lake finds it way into town.

Banana plants in the backyards are weighed down by heavy bunches,
The damp grasses beneath tickle their stems to create reluctant sways.

Off the narrow streets and the main road, rusty bicycles drag
On dusty roads and cough at the sight of potholes and bush paths.

Primary school children cross the roads in rackety flocks,
Some with leather shoes and white socks, others bare footed.

Late cars dart with loud hooting through the main road,
Minds already in the airport to catch flights and welcome guests.

At the horizon of Lake Victoria, the waking sun stretches out its rays
In a bright burst of light pretending to shyly deem it its duty.

The volume is increased from notch to notch in the local market,
Bargaining warms up socially before it peaks to hostility at noon.

After silent intervals, white cars with yellow bases instantly usher visitors
Out of the airport and on their way to Kampala to experience Uganda.

My Savior

For mummy

I will awaken the dawn with praises to your holy name
And my soul will be stirred to worship you amidst trials.
Your Spirit within me will open my eyes of faith to see
That my redemption draws near by the second.

From everlasting to everlasting, Lord, you will be my hiding place.
In your loving-kindness I will bury my face under your wings
That my enemies might not see my tears of regret.
Why didn't I seek you in my youth when I had more vigor?

My heart will thump with joy at the sound of your voice,
Deep worship will flow from my spirit to heaven
Where your throne is established from the wake of time.
Because of your mercy I was led to repentance.

Let the train of your robe flow through and beyond
The span of my life that I might learn your glorious ways.
Let the beauty of your holiness blind me
That the lure of sin and doubt would not seduce me.

Many are my afflictions, but they don't compare
To the wealth of promises I found in your word:
"Though the fig tree does not bud and there are no grapes on the vines,
Though the olive crops fail and the fields produce no food,
Though there are no sheep in the pen and no cattle in the stalls,
Yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will be joyful in God my savior"

Habakkuk 3:17-18

Forever Missing

Now that Angels have taken you away,
Into the heavens, to meet our God:
A million faces can't shed all the tears
I shed for you on my lonely nights.

I have never known loneliness this much.
No one will ever steal your memories from me,
Nor will I let it fade away like a thief into the night.

My heart is so empty without you here with me,
I am consoled by visions of you in my dreams
And the hope of us meeting in New Jerusalem.

I'll keep your candlelight burning,
By realizing the dreams you shared
And my tears will never run dry.

You'll be forever missing in my heart,
Forever missing in my world.

Her

Tribute to the African woman

Her curly black hair does not glow like crystal brooks on the back of emerald hills
Nor does her face compare to the scent-burst tapestry of a flowery meadow,
But her very presence regulates the beating of my melancholy heart.

Her waist swings like the drumbeat to the melody of the songs of the savanna.
Coffee brown is the color of her lips and her tender feet massage the ground,
When thoughts of her roam through my weary mind in the silence of the night.

Her eyes tell the story of how truth found love in the most unlikely place:
We ran away at daybreak into the fields to meditate on the budding of flowers
Under the chilling caress of the morning dew, there cupid found us.

Her love came into my life on the wings of a dove, like a band of angels
With divine grace and peace, I thank God that He sent her from heaven above.
She stands by me though there are others who can build her castles.

Her husky voice radiates every strand of gloom when times are trying.
Her silent prayers find me where hope is lost and ushers me back into faith.
Her name is the woman, the queen of my heart, the mother of my children.

Rebirth

I place my cards on the table,
Lord you are more than able.

Everlasting God of heaven hear my cry,
Don't let my enemies rejoice while I die.

My spirit is poured out at your feet,
Master deliver me from defeat.

Unfailing are your mighty arms,
Save me and I'll praise you with psalms.

Eternal are the words of your lips;
I will tie your truth around my hips.

Peace-giver, peace reins in your kingdom,
Teach me your ways of great wisdom.

Provider, you are the champion of the poor
And the unjust are brought down to the floor.

Remember your uplifting promises for my life
Let me die an old man in the arms of my wife.

Seek

In the house where you stay is where I seek
To seat and stare at where your glory dwells
That the words will seize to flow and my spirit
Will interpret the deep longing in my soul.

Lord, to hear you call my name at dawn
And feel the assurance of your presence at night,
I will call on you from here to the secret place.

That the wings of angels might surround me
When terror rises and mighty men stronger than I fall.

I will drown my life in the truth of your Word.

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