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Wednesday 26 October 2011

The One thing the world meeds right now

The one thing the world needs right now.

Love. We need love to be free. Free from mental imprisonment. Spiritual abuse, emotional negligence and personal disregard. Love releases golden thoughts and dreams robbed from us by the world’s cruelty. Hope, accompanied by compassion can unlock the chambers of our hearts to drive us into being slightly more sensitive and putting others’ needs before our own.

Ever wondered why there’s so much conflict between races, couples and work places. Why people don’t think twice about robbing one another or even conspiring against a nation. It seems we’ve become consumed, our inner worlds are a mess, our morals have been shredded with the faith people have in their leaders. We’ve become slaves to our hardships and unfruitful trends of this world. The role models we once followed seem to be silenced by the world’s noise or have become part of this infectious noise. Unconditional love, that’s not self-seeking or arrogant, can do wonders for our beautiful broken world, by looking past people’s class or bank account, treating them differently because of their attires or crafted wicked smile.

Everyone longs for acceptance, to be loved, cared for, and spoken to. How amazing it would be if all our actions and words were driven by this unselfish, unwearied love? Money runs out, can often bring death both spiritually and emotionally if it’s the core of our existence. Food fills us up physically, keeps us alive. Given to those in need and those who are within reach. Basic needs are important but the hub for healthy, internally wealthy and optimistic living is having a forgiving and gentle love ruling our world and every human living in it.

Yes, not everyone is religious and not everyone relies on emotion to govern the mass. But this love I have in mind would be consistent and more about an adopted lifestyle of sacrifice and selflessness. Maybe it’s possible to attain it by our own efforts but it might not be so successful if our hearts haven’t be been touched by this humbling love nor driven by a hunger for it.

This world is merely temporary. Our problems are temporary, the wars, famine, abuse…it will all end. But the perfect, noble love that can comfort any heavy heart is eternal. It can never be stolen from us, hijacked nor brutaly shot at close-range. It’ll remain constant, unshaken because it has learned to put self last.

Each pulsating heart has love. It’s there. Might be buried by the injustice we’ve allowed to raid us of our innocence, hope and individuality. It’s there. Abused, bruised and left in ICU to die with the full potential it’s been granted. Love lives in us, yet we’ve locked it in the closet, allowing gloomy occupants to take its place. Reflecting a worn-out and miserable community. Love gives birth to purity. It surrenders to what’s right and is always quick to listen to the gentleness of its voice not falling prey to the worlds’ noise of corruption, greed, crime and negativity.

Learning to love without flaw will be a journey we’d all need to walk side by side. Loving each other and caring enough to warn others of the potholes of life and not keeping silent to just get pleasure from their fall. Love needs partnership. Balance. In being able to rebuke, correct and then embrace without judgment.

The world has love, it’s been trampled and disfigured by self efforts of trying to change how it is or what it means in our lives. Vandalising its perfection and giving it names to suit our misery. It’s become a scapegoat for abuse, in the process punishing lives and entertaining its enemy, hate.

The love that can renovate homes, move families, shift spirits and change lives is a more trusting, protective and reliable love. One hasn’t got to think love requires being spoilt with the natural treats of the world, that’s the tip of the ice berg, nor is it centered on the physical, boring and over-rated hump-n-bump that happens between thinning sheets.

The love that I have in mind that the world could feed from is far deeper, far more amazing then anything we could possibly imagine. It won’t cost us a cent, won’t inconvenience us and our comfort nor cause us to break a sweat. What could happen is the world as we know it could possibly turn out to be more pleasant to live in, offering its occupants more personal joy, riches and blessings they have concluded to be all they can ever be secure with.
By: Thandi Xaba

Wednesday 19 October 2011

The End

Bitterness before dampened by prayer.
Astonished truth has reduced my senses. Reinforced my worth.
Lots of details haunt my days,
Simple replays sicken me the gut, churning in my system.
But sunrise has come.
And it brings light to the cave of darkness and unhappiness.
Uncertainty brews as selfishness prevails.
Takes charge of all strength.
Leaves strong hearts wounded.
Here is the carcass of pain,
The skeleton of self-destruction.
Left to soak the dust and sun of coming days.
Bitterness resides here no-more.
Left behind in your previous home of lust and seduction.
Resting in your filthy hands.
Burning to the sounds of truth. It seems you lose.
The battle to destroy and mutilate every inch of my being.
Brightness surrenders to the order of its Master.
Darkness withers back to its deceiver.
Returning the lost treasure of this heart, rusty and broken.
The Hand of the Almighty will polish and fix them.
No hope is replaced with more hope.
Teary eyes glisten now not with salty water but joy from The Creator.
Where you go I will not see, nor does where I am concern you.
Carry on kicking dust with your misguided feet and deforming the innocent and weak with your blood sucking speech. The war is defiantly not mine to fight.
Chew away at your own promise.
Sink alone in your depth of false words.
Mine is not to worry over you.
Nor wait anxiously for a reaction, but shine brighter then your flashy car. To rise above your expectations and breathe air filled with hope.
I regard you nothing.
I see a shadow in the appearance of your body.
You mean zero to the new identity Jesus Christ has given me.
Why then has your sting still bruised, why is that part still filled with anger.
Ballooning out of control, containing waste from you and all that makes you.
You own me no more, my flesh meant and means nothing to you.
My soul must return to me, let go of the tight grip motivated by your sick needs.
Your thoughts shatters all my sense, crumbles my emotions.
But this road is not lonely because I don’t walk it alone.
There’s unimaginable love in this relationship, my heart longs to be smothered by more it.
By: Thandi Xaba