You came as a Dream to me
This Dream has made me beautiful
Tag: Music
They say you are the reason why they sing, I say you are the song in my heart.
Shepherd Lore
Dusk is messenger of sunset, birds fly away, hills sink,
Fireflies become touches to guide the Shepherd through
hills and valleys; nothing troubles man and sheep more
than the thought of warm wool and smell of hay
Wait for me by Johnny Drille
Johnny Drille gives us a touching country music. The first time I saw the video I got all emotional. Enjoy this African beat.
Musing: Halved, the Legend
1
Now I write you a piece of my heart tonight
In the growing Harmattan and her temperament
I am cut in two- I am halved in your Providence
One for your happiness, another for Your happiness
2
This piece of heart tells a tale of the sea folk
a story of survival, a war of loneliness and luck
Of a boy caught and taught by the sea, somewhere
A legend of the wild, of a land called Wawadomea*
Commentary:
Wawadomea: Imaginary place, Utopia
A muse: The Thunder and her nephew
When the thunder storm descends
The clouds rumble with a quake,
For the Earth and her companions
She cuts up a powerful link
Letting her much younger nephew
Take a solid images of the quiet world
Every other force goes on pause, on mute
While the two siblings enjoy their ride
Through the Earth, through dust and air!
The wind do their bidding
And if you have much hair
Find a shelter for a bad hair day is awaiting!
And…
Strangely there is a thing between me and the thunder,
Between me and the rains that blow cold asunder
I feel attached to the feats which the storms achieve,
To the lightning which rode the wild skies and made a weave
Of shadows and cloudy stunts, here and there, black and grey
And to the end, does not care what people have to say
Gods masterpiece, my inspiration
The clouds sing of Your Glory mighty One
The wind surf the mild waters of the ocean
Nature is just one of Your Great masterpiece
The Earth is Your masterpiece
She spins up the space like a speck of dust
Which fall with the others when it is time
The snow melts down into the soil with time
She feeds the moisture starved grasses
With time we are left with lush greens!
See the sun set over the hills and greens,
Watch the little mistletoe grow on the garden
Let the wonders of our Gods creation unfold
For no one can ever be like Jehovah
The Shepherds Tale, another
Night approached silently again
And to the shepherd it was time to retire
A time of his loneliness, a time of his daydreaming
The Night was the shepherds only companion
She brought with her a galaxy and some fresh air
And a bouquet of country music from the other locals
When the shepherd laid down, his head on his pillow of wool
He beheld the dark skies of the Night from his window
Smiling to the thought of his sheep, to the glittering stars
Which has come to welcome him from the long day at the field
The stars twinkle like fireworks, the shepherd rejoice on the view
Colorful, entertaining the sweet Night will be his only companion
And his lullaby will be sheep’s bleating and the music from the locals
A far country
On crossing the imaginary line in my minds eye
I see a country far away, farther than the length of the earth
Where the strong breezes of the ocean glide with the passing cloud
And the waters are troubled each time the breezes came
The dawn break high up the brown morning cloud
And no clear vision guaranteed, for the mist woke with the morning
I have seen where the forest pines grow so tall into the firmaments
And paint the clouds with a Heavenly hue of greenish delight
I have seen where the rivers flowed to, where they travel with haste
And where the little crab and bamboo seeds hide from the sun
I have seen the bare rocks of Nature grow from the land
And how they have carved a niche for any stray living thing
Becoming a citadel to the homeless faun of the forests
And a wonder to those who had had the chance to see
I have seen the waterfalls let sparkling drops fall from the skies
And seen the men who love God call out His name in joy and hope
I have found a land where women laugh as they dance
And where the people eat dates coated in warm honey
They sit in quiet unions and look at the moon light in the night
With hopes to see the morning birds sing before they wake
I have found myself clutched to a corner
And waiting for me to offer him my hand
The Storm is Over
Continue in prayers
-Colossians 4.2
Never lose hope when you see the storm come
Never say never before before the day breaks
For what seems to be the end might just be the start
Of something fresh, new and beautiful
And after the cold winter comes the warm summer
The clouds might leave the day
The birds nowhere to be found
But don’t give up yet
The nights might be colder than the last
And hopes seeming to fly away like the egret
But do not let go yet
Now the dark night grow strong
And all may seem wrong
But to faith we run
We listen to her song
We hope, we pray, we long
Bless us Lord, bless us
Let this storm pass
When the raging storm wears out
The dew settle down to her business
The wet Earth grow new seedlings
The trees bear fresher fruits
Fallen tree leaves give the soil nutrients
And life goes back to the normal
Never lose hope when you see the storm come
Never say never before before the day breaks
And if you lift your eyes to the hills
You shall see the golden sun rise again
Image from African Storm video on Youtube
1. My Music
The sweet tingling of the guitar strings
On my soft palms reminds me of a song
Which plays quietly in my heart
Without drums and strings they play
The songs call out to love
To memories which I adore
I will let this music play through the valleys
And the peak of highest mountains
Through the fields where yellow corn grow
And through the empty hallway
Believing you hear me someday
2. The Train
Nothing excites a countryside boy better
Than a steady long stream of the iron snake!
When it comes with its powerful grace,
The roadways shake and tremble greatly
With the tongues of various green grasses scrubbing
The sides of the iron snake, without drawing his attention
The goats bleat, the kids yell, men came to see
Though unperturbed with the movements about
The iron snake hoots out loud and clear warnings
Minding his business, he went on jogging by
3. August
Some holidays, some month!
Some dancing and some fun
The days are mild, so are the nights
The food warm and the fruits ripe
When it rains, the wet clay rejoice
And women gather to pick the ‘udala’*
Sweet fruit atimes but sour other times
The sun shine is beautiful,
It creates a bright atmosphere
One unrivaled just for August
4. WordPress
My days are joyful and hopeful
Full of sweet dreams and journeys
I discovered a pathway down the jungle
And threaded carefully thru the thorn
Wandering in the great unknown of the pen,
Wondering what might become of my pain
But nothing forth coming without a try
Now I answer why not, when they ask why?
And this dream won’t be complete without you
Yes I can fly high, I can soar higher with you
Commentary.
Udala fruit is a tropical fruit and well eaten in the southern parts of West Africa. The name udala perhaps is a native Igbo name. Thank you WordPress for this wonderful opportunity!
Wake me up
Wake me up
With your tears
Of love and care
Let my consciousness comfort you
Wake me up
To plough the fields
To gather wheats
And see your smiles
Wake me up
Even when I’m strengthless
To feel the airs
Come from the mountain
Wake me up
Draw back the curtains
Let the Golden Sun
Come shining into the room
Wake me up
To tell the world
About your love
And how it changed me
Wake me up
To the falling rains
To Heavenly desires
To Gods sweet grace