Home
Home Sweet Home!
How compelling is the power of your name
You conjure up powerful images in my mind
Images that flood my being with nostalgic past
You are a nursery for humankind.
A starting point but not the end
A place where all members have a share
To feel at home is a signature tune
To all who belong to be relaxed
And ban formality from among the group
What defines a home, one may ask,
A place of birth or a dwelling place?
In all we say, it's more than these
It's not even a place that we find all our needs
But it's a place of acceptance, support, nourishment and love
Home-made cookies are made in love
That's why it has the power to nourish
Others not so named are commercially made
And their taste is lost for lack of love
For money, their goal can never be exchanged for love
The truth has been brought home to me
Means a profound grasp of the case at hand
That sinks to the depths of the pondering being
Whether hurting and pleasant
The truth sinks in now for it is perceived as a member of the home
Oh Home!
An invaluable museum
Where mementos from ages past
Bring to mind the very presence of all that lived
Within the confines of the family home
Away from you
But still my treasure and reference point
I have moved in search of fuller life
Toiling and laboring like an expectant mother with the pangs of birth
To be born and accepted in a second home
But hostility and suspicion menace the new entry gate
One is labeled "Alien" as a being from out of space
Arising from the fact of a change of base
Which itself is a process of growth
And to grow belongs to all that live
All of us have roots in life
A hidden stratum but a source of life
Like the trees of the fields we draw strength from our base
Traits which manifest like branches, flowers and fruits
Bringing a share of joy to all around
A focus on the joys we share will open our eyes
And bring home the truth to all of us
That none of us is from out of space
But we are here and from earth changing our base from time to time
Searching for fuller life until our search comes to a final end in God
alone.
Romance With Silence
A friend once asked in wonder:
"How do you come to write you poems?"
My answer was short and cute,
Not profound at all,
For I fear to confound my friends.
The procedure is simple and short,
"Romance with silence," I said,
"and wisdom opens her inviting arms,
Pouring out before you, her guest,
all the precious
and golden moments you need
for your life's support and knowledge.
But prostitute with idleness,
and your imaginations run amok
making you
a social outcast
and a derelict.
It's as simple as that
my friend. Mo magic at all.
So make a choice and pay at your pace."
Thomas welcomes e-mail
at: otobong@hotmail.com
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Lead Me Lord
Lead me Lord,
When I am confused,
Be the light to see me through.
When I am lost,
Be the path stretched out for me to follow.
When I am weak, be there for me to lean on.
When I am hungry, be the bread for me to feed on.
When the wells of my love run dry,
Fill them up with your divine love.
When my parental responsibilities are neglected,
May your Blessed Mother awaken them with her gentle love.
When I am burdened and stressed out with cares,
Lighten my burdens or straighten my back.
When distracted with things that demean my human dignity,
Command my Guardian Angel to give me a gentle tap.
When all others abandon me as my yoke increase,
Let me know that you are there for me all the way.
When I hesitate or say "yes" to you weakly,
Rouse the Holy Spirit within me that I may stand firm by you
My sweet Savior and friend.
The Dollar Message - "Annuit Coeptis ..."
"Annuit Coeptis" - Thirteen words in all
Horizoning over The all seeing eyes of Horus
"God favors our beginning," Was the faith, the faith
Of the Founding Fathers of the Great American Nation.
A faith that moved them
to inscribe
These eternal words like the Great Shema
over the Dollar Bill
Atop an Ancient Pyramid, Thirteen steps in all -
A number that meant, a new beginning for Egypt of old
Horus watches over a Nation in search of a new order
"Novus Ordo Seclorum," 'a new order for the ages'
With a resounding creed, IN GOD WE TRUST
Binding on the thriteen colonies and beyond
The Mighty Eagle looks away from the thirteen arrows of war
To face the thirteen peaceful leaves of the Olive Branch
The Dollar Bill a summation of our creed, summons all,
To turn from the thirteen arrows of self-destruction
And hate, within our midst, in pursuit of peace, to build
A stratum that makes our pursuit an authentic one.
The Sacred Vessel
Woman, what a Sacred Vessel is you Womb!
So sacered and warm with homely peace
That it is chosen to be the seat of life
You, the caretaker are endowed,
With instincts so maternal and unique
That the most benevolent man can not play your role
"In vitro" is just a gamble with you
It holds and delivers only what it's given to hold
Your womb is chosen to be the Sacred Vessel
Out of love by the Author of life
It must then be guarded with the utmost care
Since it is a special privilege that none can get
You alone understand the psychic pain
That results from the violation our Sacred Womb
The flood of sorrow and pain that engulf your Being
Is not reduced by debates alone
But by making it violation free
Ble a be honored and singled out
By the Author of Life, to be the Custodian of your precious
Womb, a Sacred Vessel to carry and nourish the seed life
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