It’s odd how we are made, a million cells collaborated into a complete frame, yet missing a soul. Then we reach out, looking for every reason to appreciate this gift, and transform this frame into a master piece. We look all over, all kinds & sometimes a bit too far, not understanding where the true contentment lies..
Today, I would like to pay tribute to an amazing soul, a humble man, a loving husband, a caring father.. the list goes on. He is the Man of God, not perfect perhaps, but is gifted in so many ways. I remember the day, this crazy thing calls “fate” crosses our path, and almost naturally, I was glued to this new friendship, because its so genuine.. It’s so sincere, it became so… addictive..
When I first saw him, he has this beautiful and unexplainable calmness. High in spirits, charismatic, yet there was this little bit of vulnerability, shown through his eyes. I sensed, just like my master piece, he has gone through a lot of pain, to bring him to where he is today. I embraced that deeply, hoping and praying that as the days pass, Lord will allow this pain to be erased, and only leave him, with nothing but sweet memories.
As years passed, I see how he struggles, how hard he tried.. and how difficult it was to deal with so many faces of the Lord. I think to myself, and as I pray for him, give him mercy,.. make it less harder if not easier.. and for the Lord to lift his spirits up, when he is down, to shed him light, when darkness comes… and for his love ones, to be with him, to support him, and to understood him…
I am no angel, sometimes, it’s difficult not to be bias.., its difficult to understand, and let alone comprehend that people are different, and therefore, are expected to act differently. We have expectations, yet sometimes… before it could influence others, it troubles us the most… but life is full of those that is superficial… and those that are not.., and there’s a fine thin line between the two…that could cause a little if not .. lots of confusion. But that’s the beauty of life.. an art of complexity…. , and it’s up to us to fill that frame.. to build our own master pieces.
Today, this wonderful man, is at the peak of his prime, challenged with so much more.. unpredictable yet those that are superficial .. yet without a tainted faith. When I see him now, my heart aches… but I know deep down inside.. he will go through all this, cause he is not just a survivor..he is a fighter.. and a damn good one!
Bro.. if you are reading this.. bear in mind always, that there are many incomplete masterpieces in the world, and the journey to complete it.. is what that counts the most.. and along the way.. we meet up with the superficials.. and those that are not.. all waiting to add colours.. and probably greases to the master frame.. .. that’s just the beauty of it.... where there’s a wonderful scent.. but also .. the painful thorns..
But I never worry.. cause I know.. deep down.. you know where you are and who you are.. and because of who you are, you are given this wonderful gift of challenge.. where I know, and believe, you will not just sail through them.. but will pass… with flying colours !
And when you feel the lowest, look around you.. the greens are with you…. The blue is crying for you.. but will shelter you.. and the love and care that surrounds you …will always be there for you…..
God Bless you bro!
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Tq. I shall endeavour to be guided by this poem,
ANYWAY….( Not sure if it is anonymous or by Mother Teresa )
People are often unreasonable, illogical and self-centered;
Forgive them anyway.
If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives;
Be kind anyway.
If you are successful, you will win some false friends and some genuine enemies;
Succeed anyway.
If you are honest and sincere, people may deceive you;
Be honest and sincere anyway.
What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight;
Build anyway.
If you find serenity and happiness, some may be jealous;
Be happy anyway.
The good you do today, will often be forgotten tomorrow;
Do good anyway.
Give the world the best you have, and it may never be enough;
Give the world your best anyway.
You see, in the final analysis, it is between you and God;
It was never between you and them anyway.
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