A Gift

We pray for different things and in different ways.
We ask various favours from our dear good Lord.
Most times our wishes are granted.
But very few of us plead with our deity to bestow us with the right person.
The right companion.
The perfect gift.
A sweet gift.

To be blessed with the right soul mate is the greatest gift that God can give someone second from the gift of life itself.
A person who is able to accept and cherish another bereft of endless conditions and ultimatums is a joy to be behold.
A person who is able to appreciate the weaknesses and shortcomings of another and right them instead of blaming is an angel sent your way. A person that is capable of believing in your vision is the right gift for you for many partners discourage and laugh at each other’s dreams.
This person is a gift.
A true gift.

You will know that you are in the company of a good person by the sheer comfort and tranquility that this person ushers in her or his presence.
There are no borders.
There are no walls to hide behind. The silence is agreable.
There are no facades.
Thoughts become one.
Hearts beats in one familiar rhythm.
Life is breathed in a single breath.
Bodies fuse and become one entity.
There is no nakedness and no shame.
There is only the truth.
Your truth.
And you know that you are safe.
In a safe place.
In a private place.
This is a love beyond measure.
Words can never truly explain.
This mystic occurrence.
I know this perfect gift exists.
A rare gift.

© 2012 Ayoub Mzee

Old Age

Old Age

To gracefully grow old,
To peacefully mellow with time,
To blissfully match with the passage of time, is a true blessing.
To have seen it all and generously have given way to the younger generation is the way to go.
And when one gets there,
It it will be a life well lived.
It will be old age.
And it is a gift to behold.

What a grace,
To experience time’s own rendered pace. What a pleasure,
To have witnessed the seasons as They come and go.
The gods must be generous enough, to have given you the will,
Of giving up willingly,
The things and the ways of the youth and instead,
To have embraced true wisdom.
When the time comes to bow out of life’s ring,
Let me meet you there peacefully.
Fear not old age.

Where the grass has grown,
It will grow again.
Where the birds have sung,
They will sing again.
Where flowers have blossomed,
They will blossom again.
So take heart
And fear not the old age….

©Ayoub Mzee 2012