Why sit at ease?

Why sit at ease?
Why enjoy unsatisfactory satisfaction?
Why dwell in the tent of unfulfillment?

A long time ago, the sun vexed out its make, the day had on multicoloured shirt, the hours took their time to count. Then in those days, the lines on faces we smooth, babies grew into adults, milk was foregone and solid food was the need of the hour.


Amidst the triumphs we walked. Amidst the victories we stood. Head high up and like eagles high up we soared. Innocence and ignorance were the circles, in which you played. In love and unity with one mind you forged ahead, toward the achievement of the good that was set. The world and its complexities, the people with their sayings and talks, the waves and winds blowing around us, yet unshakeable you stood. The rock your foundation. Are these not past glories?

Oh yes past glories they are. They are men and there are men. They come and they go. What was that saying again? The glory of the latter shall be greater than that of the former. Where is that glory? Faith without works is it not dead? Time takes its toll, events their course. It's a fact, but uncertainty and doubt are creeping in. Nonchalancy and noncommitment  are encroaching on you. Where are the prophesies? Where are the visions? Where...are the revelations?

The cries that brought down heavens are gone. Prayers that shook the earth have ceased. Messages that brought men down on their knees are no more uttered. For how long will you linger here? For how long will you await manifestations. Is there the probability of restoration? Looking beyond the now, the river stagnant it maybe, behold the ascension of that mountain. That mountain you've been moving round.

Behold the manifestations of the things that once were the awakening of the dry cells that gathered in you. The resuscitation of the dead bones that made you up. I can see them, oh yes I see them. The prophesies and the visions. I see the reinstatement, the revival. I see my rising up, my lifting up unto higher level. The old skins are shedding, the scales are peeling off. This is the time, this is the hour I've been waiting for, the moment I've been longing for all this season. The moment to join in the glorious rejoicing, as I watch you sit at ease no more, and admire you BREAKING CAMP.

Princess O./Ingrid E.