Thinking About You

Thinking About You

If today
was the last day of my life,

And my mind
was deluded in strife,

While the
poison of lead coursed through me,

Finally
settling in my tummy,

I would
think of you.

If we never
spoke again,

And I had
to be ferried across the river by a boatswain

So your
voice would not echo in my head

Knitting
emotions like thread

I would
think of you.

If I had to
put my eyes out

So as to
conceal your pretty pout

Or glimpse
into your soul

To never
see the burning Sol

I would
think of you.

If all I
have of you,

Are
memories in the bayou,

Of moonlit
nights and the loup-garou

Or funny
pictures of you and a kangaroo

I would
think of you.

I will
always love you.

Even force
my head to agree too.

For that
moment in time we shared,

Was my
favourite bed spread

So I would
think of you.

© Sena Kodjokuma 2014

The One Thing Christians Should Stop Saying

Read my thoughts exactly. Being blessed has little to do with the material reward. Thank you

The Accidental Missionary

*Writers note:  After reading your comments, I have been moved to revise the following piece.  In a post where the main point is to encourage others to be aware of how our choice of words can get in the way of conveying our true intent, I realize the irony that my choosing to refer to my lack of understanding of God’s purpose as “dumb luck” caused some folks to miss the meaning of the post itself.  Silly me.  While people may still disagree, I think this slightly revised version better captures my honest intent.

I was on the phone with a good friend the other day.  After covering important topics, like disparaging each other’s mothers and retelling semi-factual tales from our college days, our conversation turned to the mundane.

“So, how’s work going?” he asked.

For those of you who don’t know, I make money by teaching leadership skills and…

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