Saturday, July 25, 2009

Ode to Water


Pristine lucidity.
Complexity but yet great simplicity

No wonder the ancients worshiped you, daughter of Agwe, brother of Neptune
We are nourished with you in our mother's womb
We can't help but bleed you on a hot humid day

You give life but yet you take it away
But there is always hope on your horizon
You are constant friend

Chaotic yet calming
Swallow but deep

You are metaphor for life
Looking at you on the beach one can never predict your next move

Surfers always have something to prove
They try to ride your rugged and wild waves
But you don't surrender, well that a lie
You render power to the Moon in the night sky

Aphrodite emerged from you seas in shell
Saved from paganism by Jesus's brief submersion

Water

Refreshing life giving nectar, so sweet it cannot be detected



Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Tattoo your name across my heart...


So it will remain not even death could make us part.

Okay so that line isn't an original (thank you Bey). It did click though, when I was in Bronx at St. Crispin Friary and Fr. Augustino compared baptism as a spirtual tattoo. Once you have entered into the family of God, you are marked for life. There is a tattoo on your heart and indelible mark on your soul. And just like the lyric states so eloquently "not even death could make us part" because you will be entering into His Kingdom, were you too, are an heir.

I know this sounds so preachy and I have never been one to shout from the roof tops. I mean look at my blog I talk about everything from music, politics and fashion but I can't forget to mention Him. I know my readers come from all different faith backgrounds and I am extremely respectful. Yet I can't help to encourage you to make a little room for God, don't be afraid to write, talk or grow closer to this unfathomable being which has been in existence, wait a sec, created existence...the great I AM. Let it be known, we need to stand up as people of faith because there is a movement to eradicate anything remotely religious. In France its is illegal for Jewish boy to wear his yamika in his public school. We must defend our right to express our religious freedom.

But I digress, all I can say is that I am enjoying the joy of living a life a faith. Although it may be rocky and tumultuous, I have a joy and peace which isn't fleeting like so many other things in this world. All of this has occur because I have been branded by LOVE.