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Thursday, September 27, 2007

Love Talk

Perchance on this walk I will forget to stop
To watch closely the path of its nuance, and examine its contours. To perceive the meadows behind, hills and dense forests, the streams, rivers and gapping waterfalls that have conceded themselves. For the walk has not ceased, it is eternal.
It has been joined in many forms,
By a wife, a God, a Child, but always the path meanders. Curves and rises, barriers to be cleared. Time has supplicated itself in the story, an interminable justification.
Filled with mirth and gait, complete languish and sometimes anguish it is not for those that cannot linger.
The agreement is that the walk is foretold, and the path destined. We cannot begin to justify nor nullify our participation, for the sacrament tests only your vow to its measure and truth.
Are you committed? It is oblivious to the weight of the boulders or the effort of the laborer. For many before have labored, triumphed, or failed.
It must be a determined walk, interspaced with magnificent dashes and feats of speed, gaining ground, elevation and scenery. For when it is all said and done, It is measured only by the fruit deposited on the path and not by the number of seeds.

Happy Anniversary Vuyiswa—May the God of Our Father’s Bless Us For Another Ten Years

Thank you for loving me, even against myself.

Soneka K. Kamuhuza 1/8/2004

My Valentine

‘Twas images of princes and gallantry that flooded the
innocent mind back then. And “happily ever after” was
the phrase that curtained many a sweet dream.

Yet the Almighty, in his infinite wisdom, saw fit to
converge our distant paths in a most unlikely prologue.
As such, I recognize that you are God’s choice for me.

And because every good and perfect thing comes from Him,
then I can only believe that you are God’s perfect man for me.
And, yes, you are good.

And if a man is to leave and cleave and turn away from
his childhood ways, then surely you have forsaken much
to be joined with me.

If “nobility of behavior and spirit” is the definition, then
you are gallantry defined. And you have stood to call
yourself a child of the King, so you must be my prince!

Finally, if love is long-suffering and love bears all things,
believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things…
then what a love is this.

This story is not all written yet and God holds the epilogue
and the “ever after”. I wait with bated breath for all the
things we are yet to become.

By Vuyi,
for Soneka
Valentine’s Day 2007