A 21 year-old blessing!

You have seen many days and years go by

and not all of them have been so fine.

Many days have brought you joys and cheers

and some only brought you much tears and fears.

To you, they were stepping stones

for you never gave up on your faith-filled hopes.

You have grown so strong and so tall,

seems like yesterday we played and talked.

As the little one I have looked up to you always.

Your faith strengthened me and your laughter lifted me.

Like the flame of light you are a bundle of hope,

for in all things your faith is strong.

Everyday we thank God for blessings

but today we than God only for you.

He has given us many gifts

but today we celebrate only you.

You are a son, a grandson, a brother, a friend, a leader and a neighbor,

your roles are countless, but they all sum up to one word

“blessing”.

You are “ a blessing.”

Now as you count the years and witness God’s grace,

look back with thanksgiving and ahead with self-assurance,

for twenty-one years is just the beginning.

-December 17, 2008

Clueless Mary

She had the strength to withstand

Against the pressures of those who did not understand
that her virtue was not just to please nature,
that it surpassed humanity and pleased the creator.
Her intellect could not understand
that it was under her skin
of one whose womb would carry life abundant.

“Ordinary” was what she thought she was
and yet things beyond heart of man
circulated her body and nested in her belly.
She trod the world with a weak esteem
while the ground bowed at her feet
and all of nature hailed her “favored woman”.

She would lie on her bed
feeling weak and all alone;
like she was nobody to the world
while unseen realities filled her body.

-Senzy


When I wrote this I had been thinking about Mary – the mother of Jesus. I was thinking about how clueless and naïve she was since she was a teenage girl who just loved God but had not clue whatsoever about what she was about to become. She didn’t know the plans that God had for her life, and I assume, since she was only a teenager, she would look down on herself in many ways. I can imagine that she would wake up and look at herself on the mirror and think, “I’m not pretty enough,” “I’m unpopular,” and maybe even say her body is not well-shaped. She might have regarded herself worthless and too imperfect to be looked at for the task that was to be given to her.

I just realized that I might not be that different from Mary in many ways. At times I look at myself with a shallow eye, forgetting that God has great plans for me, like he head for little teenage Mary, I may feel like I’m not worth it but God has chosen me for a great task on Earth. Like Mary who didn’t know that in her womb was the King of Heaven and Earth, I think of myself as worthless while God’s divine secrets are alive in me.

This opened my Spiritual eyes to the fact that God has divine plans for my life and I should believe that great and wonderful things are already in me waiting to blossom at the right time and place. Like Mary, I carry God’s favor in me so I should stop behaving like I’m just ordinary because I’m not!

Monster in my head

His wretched claws grapple at me

they hold me back, my joy and I don’t meet.

His stare is vicious and clear

my little soul trembles in fear.

The stink of his filthy breath

drugs me till I lose strength.

For wherever I go behind me he remains,

my way to progress with his words he darkens.

For years hand in hand we walked,

of his sting and snare I had not heard.

In lack of knowledge,

and with a heart so naïve

I hugged him,

I cuddled with him

and yes, in close contact,

I held tight my own opponent.

How was I to know?

‘Cause to know I needed to grow.

And now that I’ve grown

with my whole heart I have sworn

not to look back

nor take one step back

to the rival who has had his claws on my skull

and his untrue and deceitful tales

hammering in my head.

No longer will he enter,

for now I know he is a hater

who only wants to tear down,

and then in an wicked laugh look down

on a soul that his own hand

has in disguise damaged.

27 Oct. 2008

Write through my hand

You have given me eyes

but they don’t see what i see.

You have given me ears

but they don’t hear what i hear.

For the things i see

are excessively gleaming with magnificence

seeking not to be seen by naked eye sight.

The things i hear rumble inside me

my nature does no understand what they mean

for they are beyond my mind’s uppermost imagination.

You have breathed into me

divine secretes of your eternal flare

and have made them known to me in abundance

transcending what i think i know by experience.

My intelligence is not established enough

make good judgment on the words you have lodged

in every breathe i take without deliberation,

your language goes far beyond my state of articulation.

Your Majesty,

Your words overflow beyond my wit,

so i write

what’s beyond my mind

because you write through my hand.

my head wrap

a vibrantly adorned fabric

covers my head in the air

until you see no hair

it looks slightly barbaric

to one whose sense is sick

yet i say it’s chic.

it covers my golden brown locks

that spring from my roots

and not just for my looks

for i refuse to lose

what drips from the deep

of the wells that have been

dug by the ancestors of my skin

it restores the brilliance

of my inborn grace

so don’t judge me of my mode

for the fabric on my head

is just one piece of the trend

that my land has crafted

-SenzyK