A CRY FROM ABOVE – Asante Louis
[12:09 NOON] It was raining, but the trade winds came and swept away my might. The skies split thunderously like a roaring lion. I peeped through the window and I was given an instantaneous “selfie” by the flashy lights of the heavens. I wish I had words to explain to you my dear friend reading this…My PEN has fallen and my works now bleed profusely from RED ink. Maybe I will talk you through this but… [SIGHS] I have no WORDS!
I feel an emptiness in me. Yet I refuse to be broken
These are my true words
Empathize with me not
You may only understand how I feel but never know how I feel.
[FAST FORWARD]…The day has gone to sleep…I am on my bed writing and absorbing musical healing. Tonight I am just envisaging beautiful things. Still asking enigma questions…Lord why Love? Love is in the North, South, East and West.
How do people walk over our hearts? Why at all did others use us as Christmas tinsels…beneficial only in the yuletide? Why is it so hard to pent-up? …just how do we know we are not stereotypical of this love?
What if our love is in the bug that flew pass us and not the beautifully coloured butterflies…or ‘paradoxically?’
And even if we find it…does it stay forever like our breathe or it fades away like a lady who shrinks thanks to having three children?
Or is it just a worldly fantasy…a Barbie kind of dreamy world. If so what about Jacob who worked for 14 years for Rachael…or Joseph who was most helpful to our Virgin Mary?
Lord…your quietude is incomprehensible to a young man like me…and to my family and allies.
Lord, maybe you should just inculcate new hearts in us
For some of us…we haven’t got courage like John Legend to “give our all”…because we don’t want to end up beseeching companionship piteously like Sam Smith ‘Stay with me’. I for once don’t want to reek of resentment just like I saw of Beyoncé months ago.
Oh adroit Teacher!
Just teach us to love.
Love without despair or disregard
If not oh Lord! change our hearts, our minds to love and yearn for you only
Listen to my prayer from my soul.
My voice is too faint
Oh Lord-custodian of pure pudding gold ‘love’
This is ALL I ask.
Written By:- Viking Asante Louis