Form the time I started out life,
Since when God’s breath had made me living,
I had shared many things,
Yet, it has not finished. . . .
I shared my cries,
When from the the pool of blood and water I was delivered;
I shared my stench and smell,
When I had to drop waste and I could not do so , of my own accord;
I shared my thrills and frills,
When excites and exasperated alike;
I shared my food’
As soon as Mother gave birth to another.
I shared my time,
As parents give some to other siblings;
I shared my words,
When others care to listen;
I shared my table,
As I study in school with classmates;
I shared my joy,
When I succeeded in exams and clocked another year.
Now, I am still sharing,
Except that not many will like to share . . .; for
I share my dreams,
But they are too large and impossible for many;
I share my faith,
But, it is too tough and narrow a road for some too;
I share my hopes,
But, it is not the preference to those who will not have benefit in it as they wish;
I share my life,
Hoping to lay hold of Christ’s Life.
17102009 | 12.09pm
