Living Life - Poem by Caleb Tukahiirwa
Or only did he think so,
Flowers he watered to flourish,
By his sweat hills greened,
Harvests glimpsed at their land.
Only after a dropp of blood,
Something was now solved.
Birds sung at sight of harvests.
In his toil they partied.
Tears dried on his face till drain
His heart beat, yes, was his
No one cared if it stopped
Heaven and hell who knew where;
A soul to win at the end, may be
That was who he was, i can say.
Then he slept.
Or only did he think so too.
It all happened again,
Only that he looked on now,
Flowers flourished better.
Hills all grew green,
Birds sung in dry spells.
His tears, never touched his nose
He was happy that’s what i can say.
His heart beat, no, their heart beat.
Was one, they all shared it.
They were one, yes, i was there
They were brothers in him.
Christ Jesus i mean,
He really was living now.
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