Divine Inquiry
You doubt the presence of a guiding hand, Yet witness the harmony across the land. In nature’s symphony, precision does reign, but some deny the divine, their vision feign. Do you believe you need no divine guide? Can riches accompany you to death’s tide? Or has death promised you the morning star bright, Or the sound of the morning crow in its flight? Ponder these questions, let them deeply sink, In the depths of your soul, what do you think? Is it pride that blinds you, or ego’s sway ?
Morality’s Paradox
You challenge the notion of right and wrong, yet fail to see where your argument belongs. Without an absolute law, you claim no certainty, but seek absolutes in judgments with urgency. Relativist in belief, yet demanding conformity, contradictions arise in this moral quandary. For how can one impose their views as absolute, when relativism dictates each perspective’s attribute? In the absence of a universal moral decree, who determines what’s right or wrong, you see?
Memory Lane
As I walked, memories whispered in my ear, scenes of laughter, moments held dear. Yearning to return to days now past, but in my mind, only I seemed to last. Faces I tried to summon, friends once near, Yet in the silence, only I appear. Perhaps I’m alone in this yearning embrace, Lost in memories, a solitary space. Yet dwelling in the past, I’ve come to see, leads to solitude, just me and me. So I lift my eyes, towards a hopeful morrow, embracing the future, casting away sorrow.
IF I MAY
May I ask,” I began, pondering aloud,”Why all this self-assurance, so proud? Call me old-fashioned, perhaps out of line, but why this inward focus, this ego’s shine? Inward love, outward love, a modern quest, But where’s the heart, where’s the zest? You speak of worthiness, esteem so high. But is it genuine, or a fleeting sky? The pride I hold is in my Maker’s hand, not by deeds or worth, but by His command. In Him, I find purpose, identity clear, not by my own merit, but because He’s near.
A familiar outcry
I met the world and asked her, “What is wrong?” She replied, “They stripped me of morality’s song. Stole true love from my essence, replaced with cold, false values . Hoping to find solace, but their hearts grow old & bitter. In their demise, I too fade away. For what they took from me, I cannot restore, and neither can they. Their venom courses through my veins, leaving me hollow, with lingering pains.”
© Kwabena_Jeffrey 2024-04-08