For the sun shines on all: big and small; Its face spreads grace upon well sheltered homes and the homeless stretched out hands. The sun never discriminates by giving uneven portions. All of nature praises the sun; for without the sun we shall all surely die. O how it lavishes us with its glorious rays. Thank you, O God of the heavens, for putting such a magnificent star above our earth. 🙌jjf
It all begun when I was asked by my cousin to travel with her to Ottawa. I had one week to prepare. Thank God that in 1992, you allowed the Islands of the British CommonWealth to come to your shores with only an approved passport. We didn’t have to travel to Barbados to obtain a visa for visiting relatives and friends who had already settled in your land. Irony is, now that I am Canadian; many have no clue where St.Lucia is on the map. Today you’ve granted me the privilege to apply dual history and culture.
I was fortunate to have landed on one of your most prestigious airports, Pearson International in Toronto. After our passports were stamped with all kinds of important information, we made our way to the vast space to wait endlessly to be taken to Ottawa. As we waited for what seemed like forever; for the strangers whom we’ve never met before to pick us up from your capital, I couldn’t help but observe that you had all kinds of strange people in your land: people whom I have never recognized or seen before in my homeland of St.Lucia. My eyes opened so wide that I had no time to take a nap or to sit still after our 5 hours plane ride. The energy of so many nations moving in all directions simply mesmerized me.
At 26 years old you were my first virgin flight, I arrived on your land in the cold month of April. It seem ordained that I had to come to you for the other two and half decades of my life. The Creator had a greater plan for my life and for you O Canada; for you have taught me things that no other nation on earth could have taught me. You transformed me into a strong, mature, and confident Afro-Caribbean-Canadian woman. You chose to adopt me, engrafting me into your culture, your people, and your landscape.
It was not easy at the beginning but you made it possible for me to see my way through the many languages,accents, dialects, which my ears had to get adjusted too. You’ve allowed me to walk through your educational institutions without discrimination, and if it existed while I was there, I didn’t dwell there, for I knew that my new motherland was greater than the ideology of an oaf; her approach is that of dignity and the value placed on human lives.
Because of you I have made friends or met others along my way from various countries on earth. You showed me how to be kind by the way you show kindness to all who come to you for refuge. You are a harbour where the hurting and the dying come for refuge; and you give hope to they that have dreams and want to soar.
In this great year 2017, as you celebrate 150 years of standing for peace, love and quality (equality); I want to express my heartfelt gratitude to you for creating policies with me in mind. For giving me the privilege to have access to social services, health care, and continuous education. I want to say thank you for providing for my two daughters whose navel cords are buried in your soil. Thank you for opening new doors for me. Thank you for being one of the best countries in the world.
I love the month of February because I was born on the sixteenth. February- the love month – giving and loving and sharing and forgiving; well, that’s what they say. The sweet repetition of the conjunction ‘and’ makes everything add up in the love month. Over the years, I wrote many short pieces about love: […]
I first published this unusual one word poem in 2001 on Poetry.com. It was a time when the word terrorism was really permeating the media, and even if it seems quiet now, a soul is being terrorized each day.
What is your pain? Do not refrain from trusting that your pain can truly be used to help others? Share your pain in whatever creative way God have allowed you to. I often think of God’s mathematical principles which are far finding out. His immeasurable love, his miraculous ability to create miracles that no one can explain. God is a mystery, no one can figure or imagine him. His mathematical skills are visible and invisible.
God is pure math.
Mathematics of Pain
Without any subtraction
I will have a mold so high In which all my dreams could die
I simply cannot attempt to multiply
’cause the pain may seem greater than the sand of the seas
That would lead me to insanity…
On either side there is more to contain: pain will equal gain
There’s an increase to grow or minus the opposite
So, before you ask me to bracket the most relevant pain:
The one that shuts my eyes, opens my belly to the ground as preparation of a rectangular casket is set for all my bitter lamentations…
I have to calculate the amount of times that I’ve cried out – but it’s difficulties are too much for me to fathom;