String Of Poetry Poem by Jessica Nobubele Frame

This life
I dedicate this life to someone greater
To someone higher
Someone wider

I dedicate this day
I dedicate it to freedom
To laughter
Joy

I dedicate this hour
All my thoughts
Into his hands
I dedicate this now

I give this second
Split the second into two
And its still dedicated

Entirely life
Devoted to Him
Fully and complete
Sorrow and pain
Happiness, ecstatically His

I want it to be said that my life meant more
That my life was fragrant
Fragrant with a love so divine, so compelling
I am fulled
I am complete

So lets get back to it
Lets trace the untraceable
The unpredictable
The indescribable life that describes how I choose this way

The Zim-bab-way
Mobray hospital
Observatory with a bunch of so called “hippies” and ex-freedom fighters
Political activists

I walk through this highway of love
On a bed of dreams
Floating on a cloud of safety
Knowing that if I slip
If I fall
(No, not “if”, but “when” is more correct)
If I fall, I will bounce back
Bounce back into the arms of the one who loves me

I dream of what I dreampt before
I dream of a place ive never been
But the dream reminds me of a place so familiar
It scares me
It gets me thinking
Even drinking on some government juice
Trying to pay my tax and just breaking loose
Crusing on a train going North or South
Or was it west?
I can’t remember

All I know is that this makes no sense
All I know is that it is empty without a God who holds the pieces together
Without a creator that engages with mere mortals
A friendship so powerful but yet at the same time vulnerable
Authentic
Truth envisioned
Truth enacted
Truth displayed

But I can live this life
Why is that? (People may ask me)
And I’m not ashamed to reply that its
‘Cos it’s the only kind of life for me to live