Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts

Wednesday, 15 July 2015

When it Alteration Finds: On Love, Family and Friendship II

...Why would anyone take their own life? We ask, disgusted. It's cowardice! We judge. Nobody should ever contemplate taking their life, we condemn, in the comfort of our couches at home. But have you ever thought, wondered just for a little while, how far a kind word could go? Have we ever thought really how many times we have pushed people to death because we refused to listen to them?

Listening makes all the difference. The world is tough enough, we need each other to pull through, to survive, to live. When a child places his arm in his mother's to cross the roads, it is because he trusts her protection. The roads seem less dangerous at that moment. But alone, there are thoughts that he might get knocked down by a vehicle. It takes so much courage for him to attempt crossing, he may give up and turn back. Life is a road and we need each other's arms to cross it. As friends, as families, even as mere individuals, we must learn to avail ourselves. Be approachable. We must learn to listen to people. Regardless of the hurt we bear them, forgetting the grievances, everyone deserves a fair hearing. Condemnation only destroys.

Sometimes all the world needs to get it rolling is a little bit of love. 


Think of the biggest tragedies of life, think of religious violence, think of homes falling apart. Perhaps if we had spent one more second listening to each other, embracing our differences, perhaps if we had opened that door, to that woman, to that child, to that man, pleading to be heard, perhaps if, on our own, we had even reached out...perhaps if we did all these, life would be more peaceful. But we don't. Because it is always easier to point fingers...

*to be continued

Read When it Alteration Finds I here: 

http://chijeniewrites.blogspot.com/2015/05/when-it-alteration-finds.html

Monday, 27 April 2015

Forlorn Lover II

Love's a state of mind. It is sitting cold beside the one who makes your heart flutter and wishing you can run a stake through him. It is lying in bed with the one who makes you whole and feeling incomplete. It is giving a handshake and not a kiss. It is walking alone. With your companion, far behind.

Thursday, 19 March 2015

Friday, 6 March 2015

Remembering Maya Angelou...




the earth rejoiced at the advent of wonder
her cry made path for glory unknown
embedded in splendour and striking like a thunder
success fully blown

her fame cut across the universe healing
and mending hearts broken,  restoring lost peace
showing how words can rekindle  feeling
teaching  love to those who hatred alone kiss

i hear this voice from a distant hill
survived of life so harsh, refusing to be smothered
carried on against tribe, race or creed , only to heal
souls tortured, souls torn apart, souls smouldered

the voice grows dim today, her last song, she sings
and now, i know too, why the caged bird sings