Damascus Experience, The Letter & Confession Trilogy Experience, The Letter & Confession Trilogy

Part One: Damascus Experience:
I watched an eagle flying above the blue sky,
Tainted with sprout of haphazard clouds,
With great interest I marveled its superiority and view.
I was inclined to climb the zigzag erect Qacha's Nek Mountains of Lesotho,
to also enjoy the far horizon, splendor and cosmic lands of Africa.
On top of this one mountain,
paved like Table Mountain,
the wind blow so peaceful with sincerity and wonder,
I felt closer to God and heaven.

I wrote all my troubles and worries on the clouds passing by,
to ferry them away beyond my horizon for evermore.
I wrote you a letter on this serene and melodious breeze,
Only visible to your heart.
I stamped it with a passionate kiss.

From this mountain I could hear the angels singing and rejoicing in heaven,
because my heart was on earth,
I could not fly there alone without you beside me,
as I made a promise to God that,
" until death do us apart".

I called your name three times,
I prayed for us hundred times,
not because God didn't hear me the first time,
but because your name was stuck in my tongue.
I could smell the aroma of rain being cooked,
I could see the clouds turning to cumulonimbus in my presence.
I spiced them with infinite love,
so that its showers can overflow your rivers,
& oceans until kingdom come.
I felt guilty for a moment thinking that I was bewitching you,
but smiled when I remembered that God is love.
This was not a dream or fantasy,
but a true state of spiritual uplifting moment with God.
This was a Damascus experience take note...

Part two: The letter:
Take me back to where it all began,
To where Your Spirit hovered over the vast waters of my life,
To where conundrum of my destiny was unravelled.
To where your thoughts toward and about me outnumbered the grains of sand on the seashore … Where You stood before my failures,
My deepest fears,
My darkest hours,
Where the rain made me shine than wet,
Where the Sun made me wet with tears of joy,
Where who I am was not limited by the issues of life,
Where the challenges that you knew lay ahead,
To a place where your eyes saw far beyond, today, yesterday and tomorrow.

You saw one clear path, not a network of avenues and back alleys,
You saw deep into my forevermore, hence you SPOKE,
Take me back to what You said,
The words you spoke, the life you breathed-to the mystery,
The wonder capped in the UNFORMED state of me,
Back to where my Spirit was submerged beneath Your infinite power,
Surrendered to Your limitless love, yielded to the vastness of your greatness.

Part Three:
The confession: You once taught me not in so many words,
That a friend needs to be someone who loves so deeply,
That even their molecules pray in unison with their mind,
In spirit consciously and unconsciously for well being of their lovers,
Even in pain and hate.
Disagreement or displeasure,
Hurting and bleeding,
In harmony and discord,
In fear or revere,
Until death do us part.

by Bheka Dube

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Preparation versus Opportunity

by Bheka Dube

The Gods had smiled at my hopes and dreams,
as I peruse through the mail, the once long awaited day had dawn,
a white envelope contained the birth of  a new dawn.
For all the four seasons that had passed through the shadow of time,
none had triggered such a dawn.
Before I opened the letter it was only right and proper to get a glass of water,
because anxiety was unbearable.
The day had dawn on my side.

Preparation versus opportunity had aligned and in sync,
With ignorant negativity my trembling hands unearth the message,
I was now an employee. The taxman ululated with great jubilation,
I was counted as citizen with purpose and value.
My nullified human dignity was revised.
My tarnished faith and hope was revived and restored,
I thanked God in prayer and praise. I sipped my glass of water the news was too cool to ruin.

All the long years of study had final paid off the dividends,
I revisited my less organized wardrobe with great caution.
As I went through my property which had the power to enhanced my image,
I was awakened by a reality that presented a challenge.
None of my clothes suited the grand opportunity.
I remembered that failure was not an option,
a smiled returned to my higgledy-piggledy young face.

Without an approval from my dearest paternal grandmother,
I went straight to my late father’s belongings with speed and strength of a tornado.
I selected all that seemed proper and right in my uneducated and less informed sense of fashion.
As I reminisce through the pages of memory lane, I had committed a crime.
Only if the fashion police were present, surely my crime would have constituted death through hanging or fire.

But the zeal and hunger to succeed was immeasurable and unfathomable,
my thought was over flowing with victory and glory.
My success was not only for me but also for my village.
I knew and recognized that my status quo had shifted positively and presented an opportunity.
The burning desire in my loins and brains carried me.
My sense of fashion became an invalid acceptable purchasing power.
I denied the weakness and distance between acceptable environment standards and norms.

My zeal ignited the fire,
My will catalyzed the fire, 
My faith strengthened the fire,
My desire raised the fire,
My hope enhanced the fire,
My resilience maintained the fire,

My humility caused the fire,
My God became the source of the fire,
I became immune to the fire,
I became one with the fire,
I begun to walk on fire,
I became the fire,
I became the blazing and everlasting fire,
And final I became the fire that burns any other fire.

It is only where all begun.
The seed only becomes active and reactive if it is accompanied by an action.
As I stand and stared through my office window, I returned and revisited those moments.
Today I can only preach, teach and tell, some believe and some don’t.
It is my story and my tale I seek no justification or explanation.
Those that find value and wealth in my pyramids of experience are blessed.
And with great humility, no comments seem to present a response to those doubting Thomases.
My dream had become alive and my village people’s songs of hope had been answered.
Preparation versus opportunity had aligned and in sync.

 

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