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Madiba Mandela
Fearless and Brave A man for all seasons Left us so many reasons To cry, To laugh Celebrate Agitate Madiba Mandela You’ve come and Given us a compass Planted within us a perspicacious prose written in a tongue the heart only knows Madiba Mandela Now you’ve left us with mouths wide open shut With a longing, and indefinable stirring of gut Madiba Mandela We want to reclaim you But you say no “I’ve given you enough” Madiba Madiba – it’s true You’ve Left us in disguise Something Stronger Than Pride Madiba Mandela We heard the sound of gates Flung wide open as they lifted up their heads To let you in We saw the silent nod From your Maker And we understood Madiba Mandela Mover and Shaker Of the Earth Heartbreaker Soul Whisperer |
Madiba Mandela Ninety Five Minus Twenty Seven Equals the lifetime It took To fulfill the Book Madiba Mandela We Muse about you and The One Who Fashioned you in love And sent you from eternity With an open Love letter Written and imprinted by a sacred Hand Madiba Mandela We’ve read and We understand All the writings on the wall of your prison cell You were sent.... You came Like a conquering soldier You've Left us..... To tell The perpetual Love Story Of the fearless and the brave Tribute to Madiba by Zpora |
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 Karen Margulis
The Pulley
by Zpora Look Away Way across the Green Keen attention to dots of colors Flowers of joy and peace rising Taking you miles from the task at hand Land staking claim to skull and bones Moans and groans intermingle with squeaks and screeches Speeches of hope and eternal rest Breast full of pain and sorrow Tomorrow still to come But, today demands your attention, Pretensions will never quite fully Dull the sounds of the Pulley But, try as it may, The pulley Can never fully Place in its hold The soul of the unencumbered spirit rising RIP OFO
Our conversation progressed in its deep ascent towards the philosophical construct of Truth. Yes, that truth that we were told as children to speak and speak it well cost it what it will. My cousin, by the way, has never lost the childlike knack for speaking Truth with clarity and precision. Thankfully she never developed those adult censors we all have, but at the same time she has a laser like sensor for what people need to hear at just the right time. ( This is her gift and purpose). We were giggling about how Jesus always spoke the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the Truth and how in talking with the pharisees about themselves, the truth is all that Jesus had to tell, even though it hurt like hell.
Some times its hard to decide on what you will believe your eyes or your spirit. Yes we sometimes struggle earnestly with what our spirit is trying to tell us- It can be a struggle to dim the din of our internal voices. Not to mention the din of external crises such as the CNN report on the San Francisco Asiana Airlines crash that caught our attention literally mid sentence as we sat on my living room couch. There will always be Breaking News arresting our attention, demanding our participation, but we must befriend silence in order to find a compass. As we sat together and watched the news in silent disbelief we both knew in our spirits that we were watching a miracle unfold. I won't bore you with much more of our conversation, but one of the last and most important things we talked about is the need for our young girls and boys to have a mentor in their lives. Once we have done the hard work of working on ourselves by dutifully showing up for our own life classes, then its time to reach back into our communities and give a hand up to girls and boys who were Born to Rise. Reach back to encourage them not to settle for the mediocre, but rather, to elevate the level of their own talk to the realm of wisdom and understanding - mindful of matters of the heart and the mind of God. I made two subconscious decisions during this 'unscheduled' talk with my cuz. The first one is that, sometimes being too busy for anything, accomplishes nothing. Secondly I am just going to go ahead and START that book club I've been TALKING about. It's Time for us girls to do a BookTalk Rising. Shoot me an email me with suggestions for the title for our first book. Email: [email protected] and be sure to join in the conversation here. Love and Blessings Zpora
Life and death, Love and War, Joy and Pain happening at warp speed… faster than your pen can fly across the page. YourLife becomes a constant struggle to accurately Capture and Post YourPurpose and existence on the Wall of the Universe. Frustration sets in and you switch genres in desperation; in an effort to manage the birth pangs of your unfinished story. Your poetry becomes prose; Truth reads like fiction; Your world has come undone. But wait…. there is that glimmer of somethingness; that insurgency in your soul that cries out and looks back in wonder at the nothingness from whence you came. A soul poised in readiness to receive and accept the comforting overtures made by mother nature. A Soul that embraces those unexpected moments of restoration of faith in human nature... And then…..There’s that soul stirring glimpse of the Mind of your Maker……. These saving Graces give voice and structure Proffer meaning and avenues through the rupture Provides A Centre that can hold The GIST of a story that MUST be told. 
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