I PONDER…

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And if tonight…
…You see me doing a tortoise match with my words,
It is not because I am the tortoise’s match
It is because my soul is overwhelmed with thoughts of life…..
And so I ponder.

For if tonight…
…My soul should find her peace in sleep and sink in good oblivion
And in the morning wake like a new-opened flower…..
…Then I know that I have been dipped again in God…a new creature

And if as the weeks go by in the count of the moon my spirit darkens and brightens
And a soft strange silence pervades my movement and my thought and my words…so wise
Then I…
…Shall know that I am walking still…..with Guidance on my side.

And if as the seasons rises and falls
I feel the pain of falling leaves
And stems that break in storms and troubles and dissolution and distress…
And then the softness of deep shadows folding,
Folding…
…And folding around my soul and spirit…so weak

And if in the changing phases of man’s life
I fall sick and in misery and my wrist seem broken and my heart seems dead and strength is gone and my life is only a leavings of life…
Then I….
…Shall know that I have indeed lived to witness the divine truth…
Karma has been a faithful friend
Time…a trusted ally
The Grace of God…the ultimate gift of breath…
Then I shall sing praises unto high and smile
As I watch and count  my last breath tick tock me away  into eternal silence…….

 

 

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WELCOME TO PREMMIE

Out of a mother’s womb into a place unknown
My time is not due but circumstances landed me on this desolate desert of hardship untold
With no mummy’s warmth to shield me from this cold
My little soul now lingers….I see no hope
I see no hope but to cope through this steep slope between life and death with no rope to hold on to hope…..
Until you come to my rescue
Until you come to my rescue, I am just another stranded little traveler on this strange land
This desert land that threatens to prevent my little soul from becoming that big soul it so wish to be

You see, I was traveling to this land called “NINE MONTHS”.
And “NINE MONTHS” could be likened to a travel to Italy.
So you plan to see the Colosseum, Venice, Michael Angelo’s David, the leaning tower of Pilsa and Davinci’s Last supper…..
So the time came and my dad took me to this sweet bushy airport and placed me in this plane called womb and we took off.
I was enjoying all the pampering throughout the journey until suddenly…
Suddenly the plane landed unexpectedly.
Then this flight attendant called doctor came to me and said…”WELCOME TO PREMMIE…the land of premature babies”
I said “WHAT?”
Then He said “due to technical difficulties, the flight can no longer continue to “NINE MONTHS”, we have to continue by road. But unless we get a strong fully furnished air-conditioned bus called an incubator, you are going to die here. This place is like the Lydian desert. No food and no water”

My little soul now lingers….I see no hope
I see no hope but to cope through this steep slope between life and death with no rope to hold on to hope…..
Until you come to my rescue
Until you come to my rescue I am just another little soul who could die due to lack of an incubator to help me reach my destination… Who would come to my rescue
Who would save my title big soul
Who would spend a dime to provide me with an incubator
Who would help me reach my destination
To be welcomed with those sweet lullaby
And to enjoy the warmth of a mothers love?
Until you come to my rescue,
I am just another little big soul who could die on this land called PREMMIE….

 

 

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NB: Written for LittleBigSouls Ghana, an  NGO for the promotion of healthy premature birth.

http://www.littlebigsouls.com/