Happy Birthday

For you TWO friends,

So today I thought of you two,

And knew I’d be right on cue,

Not to be left out too,

In this birthday move.

 

For your care in truth,

and your love in breadth,

and friendship so kind,

that that is hard to find,

You deserve great lines.

 

It’s official, you’ve lived one more year,

You’re birthday gifted and caked,

But  I don’t think you’re a full make,

You’re only half-baked.

 

But then,

From morning till night,

May your days be bright,

And nicer than ever before,

And as years come and go,

May your happiness grow,

And may your dreams be fulfilled

even more,

Happy Birthday, Friends!

 

Lastly.

So finally I have a day to go before school, and probably this has been the most successful holiday with starting up this blog.Special thanks to those who have really held my hand as I worked on this.

But today I wanted to share this with you, that all this has not been by my effort.It has taken God’s hand.

William Henley once wrote a poem (Invictus) that is widely known especially because of one of its phrase, “I am the master of my own fate.”However, there is a Christian version of his poem (My Captain) written by Dorothy Day, a young Christian schoolgirl who ran in trouble in her school because of refusing to recite the poem.When she finally ran out of options she presented her Christian version.

I want to write this because many times we forget who our captain is. We get lost and overwhelmed by our successes and forget the God who brought us here.I hope that you read his Christ remains your Captain.

INVICTUS.

Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be,

For my unconquerable soul,

 

In the fell Clutch of circumstance,

I have not winced or cried aloud,

Under the bludgeoning of chance,

My head is bloody but unbowed.

 

Beyond this place of wrath and tears,

Looms but the horror of shade,

And yet the menace of the years,

Finds and shall find me unafraid.

 

It matters not how straight the gate,

How charged with punishments the scroll,

I am the master of my fate,

I am the Captain of my soul.

 

MY CAPTAIN.

Out of the light that dazzles me,

Bright as the sun from pole to pole,

I thank the God that I know to be,

For Christ is the conqueror of my soul.

 

Since he is the sway of circumstance

I would not wince or cry aloud,

Under the rule with men call Chance,

My head with joy is humbly bowed,

 

Beyond this place of sin and tears,

That life with Him!And his the aid,

That, spite the menace of years,

Keeps and shall keep me unafraid.

 

I have no fear through the straight gate,

He cleared from punishments the scroll,

Christ is the Master of my fate,

 Christ is the Captain of my soul.

 

 

 

 

 

He who set my heart aflame.

Back to this times,
These low times that you write love in many lines,
That you feign emotions in many twines.
Times that you search for love in mines,
Because you have to forget,
he who set your heart aflame.

Back to this times, these low times
That you write about one you’ve never met,
or ever seen or will maybe never see,
To a rhythm, you’ll never maybe flow,
or notes you’ll maybe never hit,
Because you have to forget,
he who set your heart aflame.

But maybe I’ll find you,
You who I’ll cherish,
You who will set my heart aflame
Because I have to forget,
he who set my heart aflame.

All that is limitless.

Some moments are divine,

Too priceless to intertwine,

Too limitless to confine

to space and the skyline,

If they are to be enshrined,

then they are too fine

to refine.

 

And like the dawn,

with the sun touching the lawn,

on the glen is dew,

with snowballs new,

And the butterflies right on cue,

with just one wish due,

all that is too good to be true,

would come again from the blue.

 

In the bleak and solitude hour,

Pours the rain like

a river down the gutter roars,

With its sound enough to savour,

And the scent enough to flavour,

And between those raindrops,

pierces light into colours.

 

And with the sunset,

Colours mix and melt,

And look as soft as felt,

Shadows grow and in they let

them float away into a black belt,

to bring stars that just twinkle and shine,

like a new found jewel…

 

 

In Fear We Crush

For if we do not stand up,
We give up,
If for a bit we lean back,
We stand back,
We forget that…
when we sit back,
we become cowards.

When we are afraid,
we remain laid,
Laid to thoughts that we are losers,
Opinions that we are failures,
And we digress…
From facts that there are dreams,
we can harness.

So in this unerring steps,
this flowing tides,
In this nerve shreds,
this quiet ends,
In this iambic lines,
Stand up,
Stand out,
Be strong.

Hope today!

With daylight,

Shafts of light pierce the treetops,

And with its rays of much hope,

the grass flickers from afar with dew drops,

as the water in the river shimmers,

The frogs in excitement leap,

and with the horizon in view,

It’s enough to hope.

 

And even though some cloudy morning come,

with prevailing clouds in for a dance,

dull by thick muffling folds in every ounce,

Their outlines lost and blended with the sky

It still mocks the night that was in lie,

and yes…

It’s enough to hope.


 

To friendships 🍻

This is it about good friends…
who will always stand by you,
even when each morning is with dew,
and when every day is due,
they’ll always be on cue,
to check up on you.

These friends…
never giving up,
even when it’s all like a dry tap,
when all trials come,
these friends will always hold you,,
through that gap.

these friends who knows…
one river gives

its journey to its next.

These friends are worth cherishing.

About Ngoiri

I am a writer, and sometimes my friends would say; an idealist…but as an accounting student, I am accountable for my thoughts and ideas.

I write because writing relishes the soul.I write to inspire because I believe everyone deserves the fine things in life.I write because I want pragmatism and change in my society. I write because I want my own expression and translation of what life is.I write because I want more in life.

This is a sample of Ngoiri Migwi,

I am what I write.