Ludicrous Ridicule aka Heavens Kiss
By Julie Gichuru
They thought they could abuse you,
They thought they’d take you down,
They didn’t realize each insult,
Was a thorn for a blessed crown.
He was despised and rejected;
Forsaken, and in grief,
Yet He’s the Lord and Saviour
Who washed His followers feet.
Humility & virtue,
And deep enduring love-
For God held him together;
From the fray, kept Him above.
Your pain is therefore treasure,
You walk the very same path
That He endured and never
Turned to the state of wrath.
They’ve called me many things
Some of which my heart embraced,
They hissed ‘Grandma’ and I was stunned,
For tis such a blessed state!
Did they think I’d be offended,
At the thought that I could be…
A grandmother of many,
With a blessed progeny?
It is in fact a blessing
To live so many years,
That you sit with your progeny,
And share their hopes & fears.
They called me a tribalist; me?
Really, such a cheek!
I’ve no time for human boxes,
Tis character I seek.
They attacked my Asian heritage
‘Pakistani woman’ they hissed at me!
I’m the child of an Afr-Asian marriage,
This blood runs deep, indeed!
My soul, like the African Savanah
Roams far and wild and free;
My blood’s like the Asian tiger
Fiery & passionate for all to see…
Like Malala – strong in grace;
Strengthened by her scars;
Beautiful, focused & clear,
As she reaches for the stars.
So don’t let them get you down,
You were created for big things!
In His image you were carved,
Your must fly on those great wings!
Embrace productive thinking,
Stare your mirror in the face,
Pledge with each whip to do great good;
He walked your path, He’s got your case!
And so do think on this,
When they try to steal your bliss,
What they call you is your blessing,
Each stone they fling is Heavens kiss!
Love, light & blessings