The Rest of Your Soul

I wrote this a while ago. It was for a fun exchange my friend and I had.


Meht: I really want to write poetry, but I don't know if I can.
Em: You'll never know if you don't try.
Meht: Eh, I think I'll just leave it to other people...
Em: Not acceptable! You write and poem and give it to me, and I'll write a poem and give it to you.
Meht: Promise not to show anyone mine?
Em: Of course... can't say the same about mine though.
Meht: Deal.


Long story short: Here's my poem entitled "The Rest of Your Soul"

golden streams of love

against the purple set canvas

iridescent diamonds

shining from the earth to the sky

what comes next?

the florescent lightning careens

cascading from the sky

and the incandescent shards

decorating the heavens

what comes next?

sinking into this comfort

this comfort of not knowing

and the nonsense of the night sky

made into a marvel of life

falling asleep to finally wake up

Rewind. Delete. Record.

My friend got me thinking recently, why do we give to the homeless? He linked me to an article in RELEVANT magazine. It brings up subjects like whether or not the person will use the money you give them for appropriate things, and the doubt if the person is scamming you or not.

It's got me wondering, because when I see a person who, in my mind, is going to use the money I give them for anything negative, I don't give. End of story. No exceptions. But, is that how I should be? How do I know what they will use it for? God didn't call us to discriminate. Jesus called all of us to help each other without the distraction of our own prejudices (The Parable of the Good Samaritan; Luke 10: 25-37).

So my prayer for myself and everyone else is that we can learn to give without our own judgmental attitudes in the way, and that, when the Lord leads us, we follow.




PS I had a really angry post written out and edited, then scrapped it for this, hence the name.

Silhouette

An absolute silhouette surged from the sky

With the ominous foreshadowing of the following days

Holding onto what we thought once was

Pressing onward through this sinister haze

We sought for even a propitious glimmer

A streak of hope to brighten the skies

And trusted this faith in something unknown

To keep us safe from oncoming demise






Photo Courtesy of Kathryn Goddard

Jenna's back!

When my family first moved to South Africa, in August 2007, we lived with a girl named Jenna for about three months. It was an absolutely splendid time that we got to spend with her, and now she is the only person I will call my sister besides my sister-in-law, Bethany. Anyhow, up until two days ago, I hadn't seen Jenna in two years. My surrogate sister. I hadn't seen her in two years...
Needless to say, I'm ecstatic that she's here. I'm not showing it though, so, shh, don't tell her. I'm looking forward to the next week and a half of driving her absolutely insane and verbally sparring with her on a regular basis, also, I'm pumped that she'll be convincing us to go into Mbekweni, the black community, more often than Paarl East, the colored community. Just to clear something up, the politically correct term for the three people groups in the valley I live in are: people with 100% tribal blood are black, whites are the same as in America, and colored, while politically incorrect in America and horribly offensive, is the acceptable and expected term to call anybody who isn't fully tribal or white.
One negative thing to note on that happened today: I was unable to go to our local hospice and hang out with my great friend Khanyisa.

He is both blind and HIV+ and yet has more spirit than most people I know. Last week he spent the last twenty minutes of our time together reciting Eminem lyrics into his carrot.
Now, I am off to watch season 4 of the Office with my family.
Ruvooguys

New Blog! YEEE!!!

I finally got a blog after about a year and a half of saying, "Man, I should get a blog! That'd be a great place to empty the nonsense in my brain!"

So first ever blog, here I go:

My brain has been in a dry-spell for about a month, resulting in nothing being written. Then, out of nowhere, my good buddy suggests writing a story with them. What the story is about I won't divulge, but the fact that it is what brought me out of this dry-spell has really brightened my attitude. So even if you won't know anything about that story, unless I talk to you personally, you can expect further posts by me to be poems and updates on what I have written.

This was short and sort of sloppy, but I felt, making this account/profile, I should put at least one post up. In the future, along with what I have written, expect a more articulated and in-depth look into who I am and what I am thinking.

Until then, I wuv you all