THE GOD OF THE WILLING

We cannot use God to hide away from the world. Rather we should use God to engage with, decipher and overcome the world. Above all, the world within us. God is not for cowards or weaklings. God is for the brave, the bold, the adventurous, the determined, the open, those who are ready to use the earthlife for that for which it was granted to them: to experience, and to grow through this experiencing.

The form or the content of the experiencing is different for each person. For some it is a quiet thing they need to experience, for others it is a loud thing; for some it is a popular thing they must dare, for others it is an unpopular or even a seemingly inconsequential thing; for some it is a controversial thing, for others it is a safe and boring and therefore annoying and unbearable thing; for some it is personal love, for others it is objective love.

Everybody has those things that will call their heart deeply – and running to God will still not free you from them. There is no escape because it is inside you. God is not there to hide you from yourself or from your challenges. God is there to help you to deal with them. That is why HE granted you this earth life, because HE knows you will need every second of whatever length of time you earned for yourself in this current incarnation.

So, get to work! Go for it. Set off with the business of living by experiencing. God will help you if you are brave and honest.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Undulating Plains

WAS IT A DREAM?

Dreams
What do they mean?
So many things happen in them -
And yet nothing happened.
So many things never happened in them
And yet everything happens one day
But I have forgotten
Until Déjà vu.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

SERVICE

In the morning when the sun arises
A light shall also dawn within you,
A clarity that intrinsically recognises
What on Earth you are supposed to do -

To awaken to service to the good,
For kindness, honesty, courage and humility
Are life’s deeper nourishment and food
And the template of humanity.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

ERRATIC APRIL

Nature blowing hot and cold
Playing hide and seek with the Spring
Human hearts timid and bold
Minds and bodies young and old
Looking for a firm weather to hold,
Not a cold snap, or a hot flash, or a fling.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

SHOW YOU

Show people who you are
So that those who want to go will go
And those who want to stay will stay
And those who want to come will come
And those who want to keep away will keep away.

And when they show you who they are
You will be hurt by some who go
And be pleasantly surprised by some who stay,
You will be amazed by some who come
And you will not even notice those who keep away. 

Show people who you are
And they will show you who they are.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

WISH

The sun-blessed countryside
Green and blue far and wide
Wish you were by my side
Love is life’s most beautiful ride
When it died, I cried.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

BEFORE I SLEEP

The tropical warmth
With teeth as strong as roots
Beating on lion skin drums
Evening voiced on bamboo flutes
Fleeting memory
That happened too long ago
To be remembered properly
Before I sleep more miles to go.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

RAIN MUST DROP

No raindrop stops in the middle of the sky
Once it has left the cloud, it must reach the ground
And there it shatters to pieces to quietly lie
In the arms of the new old home it has found.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

THAT KIND OF LOVE

How can someone
Love someone so much?
Is it possible? Once upon
A time there was such.

And betrayal couldn’t make the love go away,
It only opened a wound that would forever stay
And questions yearning to find answers some day.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

WHAT’S HIDDEN IN THE SOIL

How something so good
Can just suddenly spoil
You would be so surprised
What’s hidden in the soil.

How success and fulfilment
Can defy time and toil
You would be so mortified
What’s hidden in the soil.

How the hand that loved
Can suddenly recoil
You would be so horrified
What’s hidden in the soil.

The human heart is a garden,
A kitchen, a fertile soil
And strange things happen
When things come to the boil.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river