The Dilemma of waiting

The dog…. O the dog…
You are the symbol of waiting.

They said you ate the fat bone
But only because you waited.

And I dare ask O dog

Is it because other dogs were blind?
Or because they were generous?

Patience is not complacency
Waiting responsibly is patience.

When you till the ground and sow
Then you wait for the harvest.

When you do the needful
Then you wait for success.

The “patient dog” has long been misunderstood.

He has been labelled patient
But could have been the runt of the litter.

To wait or not
To be patient or not

That’s the dilemma of today
The tragedy of the choice.
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©Fr

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The Triumph of Hope

I was mildly hopeful
I believed but not totally
I hoped I will be a success
But I also felt I might fail.

I looked to my future
And I saw reason to hope
But I also saw many reasons to doubt
I saw tomorrow but I also saw yesterday.

I envisioned victory
But fear fought for a foothold
I knew the battle and the terrain
But I didn’t know if I was strong enough.

Then came Words…words…words….
They gave strength to my vision
Wings to my dreams
They taught me victory before the fight.

Then I knew….
Though fear be present
And doubt  not dissolve
Hope will triumph over all.

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©Fr

My God My Hope

In the darkest of nights I fear not
Because I know you are light.

In the fiercest of battles I blink not
Because you are my mighty warrior.

In my time of weakness, I succumb to you
Because you are my strength from ages past.

In my trials and challenges, I look to you
Because you are THE solution, I know.

In wrongful accusations and prosecutions, I trust in you
Because you said you will speak for me.

In my sickness and disability, I search for you
Because you are my magnificent healer.

When I am depressed, and moody because of “me”
I seek you in worship, ‘cos you are my happiness.

When I need a miracle,
I look to you.

When I need a “lecture” on love,
I look to the Cross.

When I need strength for my journey,
I look to Gethsemane.

When I don’t know what to do,
I look to the heavens for guidance.

When I think my life is less awesome,
I sit back, and remember your victories on my behalf.

“Though He slay me yet  will I trust in Him” (Job 13:15)

©Fr

Other people’s thoughts

“Most modern freedom is at root fear. It is not so much that we are too bold to endure rules; it is rather that we are too timid to endure responsibilities.”
G.K. Chesterton

“Merely having an open mind is nothing. The object of opening the mind, as of opening the mouth, is to shut it again on something solid.”
G.K. Chesterton

“It’s the job that’s never started as takes longest to finish.”  J.R.R. Tolkien

“Compassion is the most important and perhaps the only law of all humanity.” Fyodor Dostoyevsky

“I don’t think purity is mere innocence; I don’t think babies and idiots possess it. I take it to be something that comes either with experience or with Grace so that it can never be naïve.”
Flannery O’ Connor

“Moral principles do not depend on a majority vote. Wrong is wrong, even if everybody is wrong. Right is right, even if nobody is right.”
Archbishop Fulton Sheen.

©Fr

My white wall

At birth it was filled with smiling faces
In adolescence there were more questions than answers.
More frowning faces than smiles.
More thinking faces than giggles.

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In my late teens I stopped drawing and began to write.
I wrote my sadness in black,
And my joys in blue.
I wrote my indecisions in red, and my plans in green.

A decade later my wall was more black than blue.
And I had to wonder, has it been this bad?
I have missed life cos’ I was seeing only black .
Even though I had blue, I never saw them.

So now I am starting a new.
I am painting everything over.
I want to start again late as it may seem.
So my wall will reflect the truth I have come to know .

That happiness is a choice.

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©Fr
(Sorry for not posting for sometime, I had to take a needed break)

The mind of me.

Howling winds, raging storms.
A blizzard , a tornado

A cyclone , a typhoon
A lot of water, a flood of rivers.

That’s my mind today.
Untamed , wild unrestrained.

Hyperactive yet deficit in attention.
Glosses over all stops for none.

My mind the boiling cauldron
Bubbly water overflowing it’s brims.

Who will walk on this stormy sea
What will bring calm to this raging storm.

Jazz for a lullaby
Or an orchestra for a calming session

An opera for a distraction
Or pop music to drown out my own noise.

©Fr

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