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A Last Dance in the Rain

Dancing in the Rain

a last dance in the rain

 

It’s raining outside,
And the sound of gentle drops on my window is beautiful and calming.

So I push back the curtain,
Peek out the window with nostalgic wonder.

And I’m met with a blue-grey blanket of rain,
One that paints a sweet memory of us, silent, listening to our hearts beat.

It’s hard to believe,
All I can sense of you now is hidden in pockets of nature.

Yet still,
Feel robbed of a chance to encounter our nature.

Days go by,
These memories, I fear, will start to fade.

As I dream of a time when you were the rain,
And I ran outside,
And we gently danced our last in nature’s embrace.

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We are dearly trusted

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Have you ever witnessed the hatching of a chick?

Or have you ever watched an elephant matriarch as she watches over orphaned baby elephants?

Better yet, have you ever held a newborn baby in your arms?

Well, every time I watch the evening news I suddenly become aware of how alarmingly unsafe the world has become. So why would dear God continue to bring such delicate little beings into this bullying world? It took me a while to understand this with a little trip down memory lane.

As a little girl, I used to like watching my grandmother preparing some tea in her traditional mud hut kitchen. One morning, I witnessed the hatching of about a dozen chicks for the very first time. It was such a beautiful experience! The little blind birds broke through shell with faint cries and after a while puffed-up resembling yellow cotton balls. Mother hen led them from the smokey kitchen and out into the world the little ones would experience a fresh. A hungry hawk patrolled nearby and so I watched over Mother hen and her chicks until eventually they safely made it to Grandmother’s garden which was protected by an expanse of greenery. Exhausted, I walked back into Grandmother’s kitchen where she poured me a refreshing cup of tea.

The lesson I still carry from this beautiful memory is that like the little chicks, we were all exposed to so many dangers on this earth from our time of birth. But looking back, we can trace the small acts of love, kindness and sacrifice by people who chose to do what they did just for us. We may not have perfect lives but perfect is the love we come to unwrap and experience even in a world full of grey. What makes the world what it is is the presence of humanity and how we choose to treat God’s creations.
The late Nelson Mandela said that if people are taught to hate then they too can be taught how to love; because love comes out more naturally from a human heart.

If the great creator of the universe trusted others with you, imagine how many more people (and creations) He trusts you with? He created us with the capacity to love and love some more.

Blessings,
Ayuma.

Slowly…but surely

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A friend used to sing me a song back in high school whenever she noticed that I was feeling sad.

It’s amazing just how fresh the words in the song remain at heart.

I would like to share it with you:

Slowly, I’ll rise and get up there,
Slowly, I’ll reach the top,
Slowly, I’ll learn my lessons in life,
Slowly I will try my best.

Remember that the way we live our lives is as a result of our choices. Every day we wake up, there are two choices; hope or despair.

Live light, love deeper, forgive freely and hope a little more!
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