We Three

We three are fixed together by a supernatural love. We are bound so irreversibly we may never be able to trace the start of the thread. We are the centre of the whirlpool, the value of something priceless. We three are made to last till the day after forever.

We three know pain; being neither infallible nor untouchable, we have known battles so brutal it’s a small wonder laughter is still a familiar sound to the ear.

image  Our souls have been in combat for so long that we can hardly believe life can be nothing but bliss. Seven years of famine have come and gone and made room for more sorrow and plaque yet we three stand brazen with light eternal. We believe in victory, yes sir we believe in our love.

We three are the tall glass of cold water in the bowels of a drought; they gawk at us perplexed for we are an Offaly sight to the eye that understands very little. And then they come tumbling face-down before us, tripped by the mirage of a seemingly good, sheltered life.

We know good, we know sheltered, we know everyone comes to their day of reckoning one way or another. And once the come to close view of that sight, of us- still in the presence of our demise, resolute in the promise of a grand destiny, they yield to the possibility imageof a humbling God. They begin to see the monument we three are, the tribute to pain and hope we have reluctantly and thankfully come to be.

We three are beaten; we three are unbeatable. We three on our knees; we three lifted in prayer. We three know the taste of blood in the mouth as blows come thundering onto the jaw. We three have knuckles made of gold, made to mince our enemy into oblivion. We are not spent- we’re taking prisoners. See us rise!

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Not Quite Dead Yet.

Life is ironic. It offers as many opportunities to rise and reinvent yourself as it takes away. The phrase, “on top of the world one day and down on your luck the next” is not an exaggeration but rather a reality many people face everyday. So I know for sure that I am preaching to the converted here: you know what I am talking about!

So let’s talk about something else here: let’s talk about the getting up after a stumble and fall. Few of us like this part much; we know we have to do it but don’t like it much. For one, to get up from a fall one has to trust that the same legs that led to a tumble are not going to fail one again and that they will instead offer steady support and allow a move forward. How unfair.

Here’s another viewpoint: you just may stay on your feet this time around but who ever will trust you to be competent on your feet again? Everyone saw you fall. They saw you lose balance, tumble and land on your back. Eyebrows were raised and heads turned away from the embarrassment. You were found out, made for the imperfect, sometimes off-balance fool you sometimes are. Too late to play dead now.

I fell pretty hard lately, figuratively of course. Everyone around me bore witness to my tumble and to when I landed flat on my flat behind. Dust filled the air and for a while my mouth as I choked for air and tightened my eyes closed. But after a while I could tell the audience had grown bored with spectating my demise. And so after much thought and consideration I have decided to open my eyes and deal with the consequences of failing again. I am not quite dead yet. Gonna be just fine.First Lady Promotes Youth Exercise With Olympians images semenya