And then I am left to watch as my life swiftly oozes away as the thick myhr from a smitten tree, so buttured and bruised and here with my enemy lies buffeted before me, he thinks that it is the end of me. O you fool, haven't you learnt a thing? Has age taught you nothing? From time to time you have buffeted full of pride as a picock yet always you have been brought to naught and layed dissolate. Now wind blows and blows as that lick of like is about to limp to the ground the oozing stops, O so halted a piece of precious and delicate life to its end, the scar that was is no more and I am saved by what I can not explain, something I have never seen and I behold yet nothing but that which was is heard and felt. My God is it you? You came to my rescue, to think that I had concluded that it was the end of me, that my prayers failed to even scale the ceiling but alas at last You came, not late and not early yet in time... B.Majola

WHEN ALL ELSE SEEMS TO HAVE FALLEN AND SHATTERED TO PIECES

When all else seems to have fallen and shattered to pieces, just spheres of broken threads. Here I do stand amidst in an umbra, life so swiftly shoved knives betwix my spine, then I so lay helplessly not even having the strength to swallow spit. My stomach rumbles and grumbles in argony, I look I look my bosooms are nowhere to be found then I awake to the sudden truth that life has swindled me around and as a cub milking dry her mothers suck. Oh pieces of shattered imaginations and broken dreams, Oh Oh Oh lifeless breath I do breathe, my perfect life in ruins: anumbra, antanumbra, penumbra is all that have become of me, but loo what is this I see? What is this I see? With the last will I do have I blink not, but behold this phenominon that so greately bemuse my sight. It is so far yet nigh, what is this? The earth moves and falls before me, light beams break through to my rescue. Dawn at last, I then realise that it's just a season passing by and I do stand unmovable in His Majesties hand of caurage. When my season is ripe His hand shall let loose of His fingers then all the shadows shall be as the brink of imaginations. So till then I do wait, holding on that blesseth hope of Faith. God is my strength, my peace and my salvation, Amen... B.Majola