*To the butterfly that never became a dragon*
Perhaps it was,
the wrong place and wrong timing.
Wrong moves for the right type of Monarch.
I see you.
Moult after Moult,
Emerging more glorious than the last time.
Liquid fire dances on your wings,
gracefully you take your place,
dedicated to the motions
You toil so honey may touch the lips of those in your court.
But with selfish hearts they reach out their hands and pluck out your wings…one after the other.
Maybe it’s a wrong vibe your youth sends out through the land whenever you beat your wings.
Maybe it’s a wrong rhythm my heart pounds whenever I think of your plight.
Maybe you lingered too long in one place, for one flower.
We may never know.
But butterfly, you would have been a dragon by now.
Original photography by:Josephine Kuuire
then change us from grotesque shadows of our former selves.
Strain and watch the process with Your Eyes.
You let us know of Your presence,
that You would not leave us a minute too soon in the fire.
Refine our souls oh lord
for that is what we seek too.
the one remedy to the ramifications of history which has us in abstract straitjackets.
Send forth your angel Mercy
to give us living water when we ask for but a drop.
We say yes !
Transform the worldly conformations we’ve embraced over time.
then reassure us.
Save us, again and again from that which seems to lurk within.
Isn’t it amazing?
How we all find our way back to the Altar.
With our bones tired and mouths parched from thirsting after everything other than the Living water.
When our eyes grow dim because we looked too long in the wrong directions…
everywhere except at Him on the cross.
We seek the light to illuminate us once more,to light our paths.
A holy breath to rejuvenate us.
We take a sip of the water, and like children,drunk with power,we ran to mischief.
Isn’t it disheartening?
The way we use ourselves over and over again but gain nothing in return.
instead we return home to the hearth that witnessed our births when all seems lost and we need a Shoulder to lean on.
Broken people, that’s what we are.
visions compromised by our ignorance.
I thank God for Jesus.
I thank Jesus for the deed on the cross.
I thank the cross for existing so I have someone to look up to.
I thank God for His promises.
For in my my joys and tribulations.
He remains unchanged.
For renewal,for salvation, for the now and future.
…sometimes I don’t know what to do with apologies, you know ? Do I keep them on a shelf like trophies or use them as a ladder (what we call experience) ? Either way,I don’t know… Neither feels right.
-The Prodigal Returns
Photo credit:@islandbiophotography on ig
We pray and don’t listen.
And then we listen and don’t pray.
I feel a drift within
An uncertainty like how deep the sea really is?
It’s wavy out here
And I’m scared
Scared of the dots I can’t put together
The photographs of still times are scattered across the oceans
And I wonder, will the images ever move again?
Will laughter still echo?
What will the waves swallow….
the echoes of our love and laughter could be heard miles from the capital
It was wavy out there for a while
Our hearts paradoxically racing with fear and love
Our minds awandering in the twirls of the cold night
With the hope of a warm embrace
The shackles of confusion broken by the power of love
The bond of loyalty and truth etched forever in our hearts
Never again shall we walk this path
Never again shall we be adrift of each other
Let it be known that we brewed our love in the pots of our hearts
Laughter will surely echo
As we walk the waves
To the path of the original family’s ” Always and Forever”.
© Nii Sowah Khartey 2k17
Original photography: Bryan