With Joy I don’t cry
God’s love is wide like sea,
Once was blind but now i see.
With joy i kissed the blue sky,
But with joy never did i cry.
Whether i own all silver and gold,
Whether i meet my dead friend of old,
Might i become a King under the sun
My tears of joy don’t sip for fun.
But when my heart is sturbed with words
Tears of anger flock out like birds.
Any words that are inflictious and sarcastic,
Leave my eyes in sorrowfull and pathetic.
Whether i’m promised wings to fly,
Ecstacy and bliss may lift me high
But as long i’m in this earth of sorrows
My tears of joy will never kiss my brows.
Its because food never healed hunger.
All joy is vanity beyond stood anger.
When my joy will forever endure
Tears down my cheek i will ensure
Laughing to keep from crying
Excerpts from In Search of Rain & Harvest (a novel, unpublished)
We really believed that we knew it all. Our anger and self- righteousness sat coiled like a beady- eyed serpent on the floor of our guts. We could not understand why the world failed to recognise our talent and brilliance.
“They’ve rejected my manuscript!”
An irate dragon could not have breathed worse flames.
“Why?” I asked.
She threw her hands out into the air.
“The same old crap!” Read more
