DEATH IS A THIEF

Death is a thief,help me define
It comes so Coney, who can deny
The void it creates, who can fill
The sting of death, how can you not feel?
Death is a thief, help me define

Death is a vessel for all to ride
It comes so early for babies to ride,
It comes so late for seniors to pride
It comes anytime, so no one is ready.
Death is a thief, help me get ready.

For those who remain, pain so great
For those who remain live to recreate
The dreams now doomed, hope now lost.
For both life and flesh, the grave has swallowed.
Dreams so great, for us to carry on.

Allow me to grieve, to relieve my pain.
Allow me to groan, for all I have now, are memories passed
I wish I had loved more, my work demanded more!
I wish I hugged more, I needed to earn more!
I wish I spent enough time, too late to realize!
I wish, I wish, I wish, too late to fix.

Death is a thief, stop him if you can.
If heaven is a better place, then let me go
If the other side of the grave is better than here,
why do I hurt so much?
Yes, I know. It is the hole in my soul.
A void who can now fill it? What can ever satisfy me?
What death has taken, I never regain it back.

I will make it through, with help from up high.
I will survive this day, for I trust in Him who gives and takes away.
Death is a thief, the enemy I find hard to accept!

HAVE FUN IN HELL…FOOLISH MAN.

Anger has a way of crashing that which is already breaking. Its fuel to a burning fire and air to highly pressurized balloon. Most of us have very little self control when are angry. We say things we do not mean, we do things we did not plan to do and we hurt very loving relationships around us.

It’s after the water has spilled when one regrets spilling it, it’s after the glassware has been broken when we feel sorry and the damage has been done beyond repair when we realize it was anger that brought all the destruction. It’s the refusal to listen to the voice within, lack of self restrain, human pride and outright foolishness that destroys everything you have built for years in an instant. Anger, the enemy we cannot escape, a mad cow we cannot muzzle, and scotching fire we know very little how to put off.Someone once told a story of a foolish angry husband. This man once stepped on a poisonous African thorn. His foot began to swell immediately. The wife came in and told him, “Let me remove this thorn from your foot before the poison spreads to the whole body and kills you". The man sat dawn furiously, lifted up his foot in front of his wife’s face and said," Here check out this stupid thorn". The wife looked, found the thorn and with pointed tweezers she managed to remove the tinny winy poisonous thorn. The thorn was so tinny that the man demanded the stupid little thorn be returned back into his foot. After a brief angry argument, the woman pushed the thorn back into the husband’s foot and said, “there you go macho man...It’s the little things you ignore that could destroy your life.”

Three days letter the whole leg was gangrene and the whole body had turned blue. There is a fancy name for it, septicemia. Meaning your body turns into a septic tank. Five day later he died.

On the grave stone, the wife wrote: BORN HUMBLE, GREW PROUD, DIED ANGRY ...

HAVE FUN IN HELL…FOOLISH MAN.

A lesson we all dare to learn!

Linus Nyambu (c) spring 2011

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