life cannot exist when limitations weaken it.
How could it happen?
There is too much for a child to see
When the child sees a man kill another man
Over reasons inconceivable
What is death but a robbery
A snatch from the life that should be
What then of murder that should no longer let laughter reign?
What then of those who are murdered everyday?
Those who are kidnapped and raped?
Those who are beaten and tortured?
Those who bear the scars of war
And those who have no home to call?
What should I tell those I love
That I fear for them
That some act of man
Should torment their life
For the rest of their days?
What shall I do for those I love
When I shall be too far and unknowing
That I cannot even lift a finger to prevent it from happening
Like a tsunami reaching the shores
Battering and eliminating all the defenses man has made
How could this happen?
Why did it happen?
A night just to fall on one’s knees
And think of that night and many other nights,
When man ripped away the lives
That was once carefree
It shouldn’t have happened at all
Like all the crimes left unsolved
And somehow, in this storm,
There is a mysterious God
That suffers too.
Build your relation
Kill your religion
There’s thirty-eight thousand versions of Christian
Twistin’ the Word to fit how they are livin’
Heaven help us live like we’re saved
In one hand the truth
In the other the grave
One hand is free and the other’s a slave
Love is the key to lock hate in the cage - Je’kob
Should a flutist on his own tweet his own tune
Opposing that of the notes on his sheet?
What speech shall the symphony make
When a lone flutist sought the attention of an audience?
What shall audience think but be mortified
By the rebellion of one
Who thought himself greater than all
That he alone could make a symphony on his own!
How terrible that he should lack compassion and empathy
That his own transgression should derail the entire composition
And make laughable what was great
Nay, a symphony is composed by many
A symphony is the sacrifice of many to move as one
To sing as one, to play as one
Like that of a body that should walk or skip or run
A leg cannot rebel nor can the feet nor the brain
For it is then that the symphony collapses
And would that not be terrible for those hearing
For those yearning to be in the symphony?
So let my music be the one You composed
As You directed, as You imagined.
When It Becomes the Past
Then how shall I protect thee?
How shall I be thy shield?
When thou shall leave thy youth,
When thou is now at last of age,
How shall I shield thee from the dangers of this world
How shall I fight for thee when thou is now a fighter with me?
What did it mean for me to fight for thee if thou should come to war with me?
I fought for thee so that thou shalt never be wounded by worldly pains.
But now thou is inching closer to the line when I am helpless
How I wish for time to stand still, so that I may build thee
For time is so bitterly short! How am I to be with thee
And tell thee of what should not come to pass?
For I had long to be thy shield, but this resolve came too late
Now the present has become the past
And the teacher that I am is insufficient.