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Sunday, September 18, 2011

THE BEAUTY I SEEK

It's not the beauty of cosmetic embellishment,
Neither is it the beauty of artificial adornment,
It's not the beauty of superficial glamor,
Nor the beauty of outward glow,
It's not the beauty of curvy figure,
Neither is the beauty of a frame shaped like the figure eight,
It's not the beauty of  boobs and booties, 
Nor the beauty of a spotless face, or mascaraed lashes;
Foundation, lip-sticks and eye-shadows,
It's not the beauty of pretty eyes and straight, spotless legs,
Nor the beauty that stops traffic, literally,
Neither is the beauty that make some brothers grow weak, literally and figuratively,
It's not even the beauty of "Who is that?"
Nor the beauty of "She is so fine!"
For all of these are aging, passing and ephemeral beauty,
That whose artificiality and lack of originality breaks down with the passage of time,
But it's the beauty that is ever glowing, that which is continuously renewed by nature,
It's the beauty that makes the heart merry, makes the soul glad and makes the spirit leap,
It's the beauty which is refreshed by the waters of time, nourished by the winds of the passing years, and preserved by the clock of age,
It's a beauty that shines outwardly from an inward location, a beauty you never get tired of,
It's a beauty that is divine, spiritual and natural, a beauty which can never be cloned,
It's a beauty of character, of integrity, of a gorgeous attitude, an attractive personality and a ravishing nature,
A beauty that doesn't strive for perfection but excellence; a beauty that strengthens, comforts, consoles, encourages and inspires,
Such folks, is THE BEAUTY I SEEK.

SATISFIED YET? TRUE SATISFACTION

This has been the question on my heart,
As I continuously meditate on where my satisfaction lies,
And time and time again, I realize,
That even if I had it all, I still will not be satisfied,
For sometimes I feel as though there lies a void within me, which I try to fill with material things,
Even when I know that vanity upon vanity is all vanity, I still chase that vanity,
Even when I know that this world is not my home, I'm just passing by, I still make myself feel at home,
For after all is said and done, I realize that it's only when I draw close to God, seek His will and not mine,
Live for Him and not myself, please Him and not others; it's then and only then that I become truly satisfied!
Here is a food for thought: Where does your satisfaction lie? Isn't in money, fame, sex, pleasure, materialism?
Take a moment and think about what really satisfies you and if you find out it's not God, you are bound to continually feel empty for the rest of your life, 'cause nothing can take the place of God in your life.
Satisfied yet?

SATISFIED YET?

If I was the greatest entertainer alive,
If I had a billion dollar in my account,
If I was the biggest boss in the industry,
A force to be reckoned with, too big to be ignored,
If I had it all,
Would I be satisfied yet?

If the prettiest girls worshiped the ground I walk on,
Ready to throw their dignity to the winds just to have me give them a kiss,
If my life was like paradise on earth, a heavenly bliss,
If my name was a money maker, and my presence produces the color green in abundance,
If I had a Bentley parked in the garage of my 200 acre mansion, a Porsche on my premise,
If I owned the record label, the clothing line, if my shirt says my name and fast cars were my collection,
If A-listers called my buddy, mayors, governors and the president had me on speed dial-the best connection,
If I could make one million dollar in a week, throw the largest parties, and pop the largest Vodka, 
If I had it all,
Would I be satisfied yet?
TO BE CONTINUED

UNTIL I MET HIM

Used to think I was the biggest boss,
Captain of my ship, so fly, so sharp,
Used to think I rule the world, king of my castle,
Used to think the world revolves around me, the throne to be watched, 
Until I met Him who created the universe at the command of His voice,

Everything was at my beck and call, I was too big to fail, to high to fall,
I was afraid no one, regarded no one, living in a world of my own,
Thought I was a legend, someone larger than life, seated on my throne,
Millions adored me, thousands respected me, and hundreds more looked up to me, 
I was at the forefront, the point one man, the world's greatest,
Then I met the I am that I am, the one who made something out of nothing, the miracle worker,

Used to think I was so connected like a spine to a bone,
When I throw a party, anybody who was somebody must be there,
Everything I did, I did it big, didn't think I was accountable to anyone,
Until that fateful day, when my fallibility and gullibility was revealed to me,
Then I realized that my financial and material security was nothing without eternal security,
I realized that I was nothing but dust living on borrowed breath, the breath of the almighty,
When I met Him who was, and is and is to come,
The one who destroyed a whole nation by the blink of His eyes,
He who sits on His throne, and yet the whole world is before Him-omnipotent, omnipresent, omniscient,
When I met Him, I had no choice than to bow and submit to His supremacy,
And ever since my life has been filled with so much meaning and promise-the promise of a better place beyond this worthless world.