Water gently moving on a lake
Can oftentimes whisper to our souls
If we but take a moment to heart
The sweet sounds that it bares
That was the sound I heard one night
When in passing by a lake
I took a moment
To stop and listen
And in that moment
I heard sweet sounds of smiles
And hearts full of joy
And love
It was then I realized
How silence can be golden
And if we but take a moment
To listen to the sweet sounds that nature makes
Imadon @ 2007
Friday, August 31, 2007
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Look back looking ahead
There are the times
When I wonder about the
Road that lies ahead
The promises to be fulfilled
The dreams to be relive
There are the moments
When I stop to wonder
About journeys that lie ahead
And for a moment there is fear
Then I think the past
And how you were there beside me
In the moments when I had fears
Then my fears turned to joys
And I smiled
With thoughts of the journeys
That lay ahead
imadon @2007
Then there is joy
When I wonder about the
Road that lies ahead
The promises to be fulfilled
The dreams to be relive
There are the moments
When I stop to wonder
About journeys that lie ahead
And for a moment there is fear
Then I think the past
And how you were there beside me
In the moments when I had fears
Then my fears turned to joys
And I smiled
With thoughts of the journeys
That lay ahead
imadon @2007
Then there is joy
Monday, August 13, 2007
Watching weeds grow
I remember sitting in the garden
Day after day
Watching the weeds slowly
Growing
Upwards toward the sun
Just as the roses did
Then I realised that I was so busy
Watching the weeds grow
That I did not notice how
They would soon overrun the roses
Then that I realized that
by watching the weeds grow
I was helping them to flourish
Weeds can grow
To kill the roses
By then it may be too late
To enjoy their beauty
Imadon @ 2007
Day after day
Watching the weeds slowly
Growing
Upwards toward the sun
Just as the roses did
Then I realised that I was so busy
Watching the weeds grow
That I did not notice how
They would soon overrun the roses
Then that I realized that
by watching the weeds grow
I was helping them to flourish
Weeds can grow
To kill the roses
By then it may be too late
To enjoy their beauty
Imadon @ 2007
Friday, August 03, 2007
On the wings of a Dove
And lo I will walk along the lake
And look at my reflection
In the still water that runneth deep
And in my own eyes
I will see the reflection of me
Deep into my soul
Will I see
And lo I will be free
To fly on the wings of that dove
That watcheth over me.
imadon @ 2007
Note: August 3rd is the day of my parents anniversary
August 28 will be a memorable day for me. It the day I will start writing my thesis. July 28 was also a memorable day. August 28th will also be election day in Jamaica.
And look at my reflection
In the still water that runneth deep
And in my own eyes
I will see the reflection of me
Deep into my soul
Will I see
And lo I will be free
To fly on the wings of that dove
That watcheth over me.
imadon @ 2007
Note: August 3rd is the day of my parents anniversary
August 28 will be a memorable day for me. It the day I will start writing my thesis. July 28 was also a memorable day. August 28th will also be election day in Jamaica.
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
I am what I think
It is not that you cannot be sad
You just choose not to be
It is not that you don't know how to liar
You just choose not to be
It is not that you don't know to unhappy
You just choose not to be
It is not that you don't know how to be deceitful
You just choose not to be
Only you can make you happy
You just have to choose to be
Imadon @ 2007
You just choose not to be
It is not that you don't know how to liar
You just choose not to be
It is not that you don't know to unhappy
You just choose not to be
It is not that you don't know how to be deceitful
You just choose not to be
Only you can make you happy
You just have to choose to be
Imadon @ 2007
