Inspirational write ups from my desk to your deck

This is a write-up  I consider note and moral worthy. There was this portion of grasses right in front of my house and just by mere looking at it I knew I couldn't pull the grasses out. They looked so grown, tough and glued to the ground that my hands that would normally find pulling grasses out of the soil a fun leisure would not even contemplate it. Everyday passed and the hope was that we should be spraying them soon, a hope that varnished into busy work weeks. Today I couldn't make it to work because I was pretty indisposed and by evening I had gotten a lot better and I took my first real step outside the door. My vision casted upon the portion of grasses and this time something was different. Not that they looked any less stubborn but I suddenly felt it was worth the try. I bent over a stubborn looking sprout, folded my palm around it and gave a good stance should my effort throw me backwards. But to my surprise it came off so easy... Too easy I would say. Nothing lik

Rain... Slanting or straight You fall as though for me you lay in wait Solely to ruin my gait You chose not when I was yet at my gate You gushed down just as I sighted my date Rain... Every piece of clothing was carefully starched  and ironed out  straight But your deeds vexed the cassava starch, so bad it couldn't wait Running off every bit of fabric and leaving my senses a complete haze Please, Oh! strokes that leave telltales can I for one day hold your reins Wield your power ; thunder and rain only on those I hate Rain... How helplessly drenched as though I've just taken a bathe By all means please keep off my wedding day! Let us settle every scuffle before that date Don't want tears mixed with droplets of you from my lovely Kate No threat intended just an humble plea... I now know you are not my mate... Wait...  When the rain of life seems to ruin your day Remember it's also growing out your next meal without receiving a pay Don't ev

Through the dark alley you would need a lamp Through the tunnels unending you would need a map The journey through life will require more than a fast and furious ride Only those with extra oil and complete maps would make it out alive The hooting of the owl won't cease The horning of overhead train won't decrease But head steady, heart sturdy ;onward must proceed your feet Feeble or frail, you have an appointment to keep, destiny dignitaries to meet In the darkness, a hand is reaching out Through the tunnel bends a straight path is laying out Reach out, grab and hold tightly to the palm that is holed in the middle The world's best pilot; your life he won't fiddle, he is far from being idle Jesus is the lamp and the map, the work of love art  His spirit is the extra oil and God is the destination The storms may hit hard sweeping through every yard  Life doesn't promise to be easy, but he is the anchor to hang on Walk side by side with him and y