The Painting

November 30, 2023

I paint the shades of life

So many mockers in plain sight

With faith, I sail past sorrow, sourness, and strife

In stanzas, I navigate the high waters of life

I paint the mysteries that were revealed to me

by The One who holds the foundation of the Heaven

And the Earth; Deep, Confusing Revelations

I am not a fan of metaphors and smiles

I am a fan of puns and paradoxes

I paint to gaze at the painting of my soul; painted

colourfully in black and white

Every soul must be at peace or rest

Life is a trial and also a test

Nothing I want in this world than to see my family

In the skies of rainbows. I am painting a picture

By the time I am done, the whole earth will

Understand the power of waiting

Every man has a time of soaring

In a world of beauty and pain

I choose not to embrace the hunger of today

I am not a gluttonous painter

With time, the seedling becomes a tree

Yet, even now, I am free

My body scars will be replaced by a soothing

balm. I am not stopping for selfies on the road

I am not on the broad road of life

The wheel of time is not the wheel of life

The darkest nights beacon the brightest lights

Broken or not, with Christ you can more

Life is a mystery, life is reality

I learned my craft from somewhere

I will never forget home; I am not ungrateful

Blue sky, blue sea, blue ocean

Look at the forgettable and despised image

Joy hides in the shadows. I am a painter with

fewer words. Like an ambushing eagle, I wait

for my story to be told in the kingdoms of men

Habakkuk Kargbo (Rabbi)

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