The Thrill

It’s a wide sky to fly out on your own here,

Kinda lonesome in a lovely sort of languid, lithesome way,

Like distance is no object on a clear day

And wings are happy just to flap away.

It’s a long time I’ve travelled on this journey,

Kinda ages since I roosted for a rest,

Like someone’s moved the landmarks without warning

But I’m happy doing what I do the best.

It’s the flight, you see, that really is the main part,

Kinda shooting breeze and riding currents fair,

Like flying without falling is my skill set

And nothing in this world can quite compare.

It’s the way I am, you know, I’m off the wire,

Kinda restless when I have to stay too still,

Like motion is my purpose and my meaning,

It’s a gift of wings and head for heights that thrill.

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Motivation

Hands that hold

implements with purpose,

tools to graft

or craft

or leisure lent.

Myriad hands,

motivating meaning,

persevere

till energy

is spent.

The Meaningful Key

Minus mic,

his voice still carried,

barely and with just enough humour

to detect genuine humility

and passion.

He spoke

of early sadness,

not being good enough

and

finding meaning.

He spoke

of childhood,

of family split

and dodging school

to fail.

He spoke

of finding

worth in himself

through purpose

and work

and sharing

a shed

with rats,

cockroaches,

scary spiders

and other youths

in a far-off land

where native children

were taught in awe and desperation,

drinking thirstily,

desperate for education.

He spoke

of forgiving himself

and his mum,

of whispered prayer

to find strength.

He spoke

of changes

in direction

to aspire

to doctor dream,

of local service

then returning

to Africa,

giving back

what he had found.

He spoke

of waiting soon

his first child –

to spontaneous applause

at his awed thrill.

His face lit

the stage.

A lad, I thought,

of tender years

for nothing

marred

his glowing face.

But experience

lent truth

to his age

and joy in life.

From sad and broken beginnings,

he spoke,

while I choked back tears

at radiant happiness

and a voice

that spoke

to youths

and adults alike.

He spoke

of finding

the meaningful key.

Something New Under The Sun, I Believe

There’s nothing new under the sun, they say.

There’s nothing new under the sun.

It’s all shared experience and common emotion.

There’s nothing new under the sun.

 

Seen it all before, they say,

We’ve seen it all before.

Life is a circle, spinning around.

We’ve seen it and done it before.

 

I want to do something different, we say.

Need to do something different today.

I need to express, to answer a quest.

I want to do something different today.

 

Why bother your arse with a plan, they say?

Why bother your arse with a plan?

God will just laugh and change it, they say.

Why bother your arse with a plan?

 

If I don’t do something worthwhile, I say.

If I don’t do something worthwhile.

I might as well die and decay, I say,

If I don’t do something worthwhile.

 

I have a purpose for life, I shout.

I have a purpose for life.

I just have to figure it out, I say

I just have to figure it out.

 

There’s something new under the sun today

I’ve never seen it before.

I searched for a reason for life, I say.

I knocked and He answered the door.

 

There’s something new under the sun, I believe.

There’s something new under the sun.

Each unique soul has a goal, I believe,

That’s something new under the sun.