Compassion.

Premise: The world we live in has so many people who keep asking why the heaven there are so many troubles in the world and as they do so men of compassion know 

that that God has solved the problems by creating them at such a time. Come out of your comfort and ever complaining zone and do something however small for such will make a difference.

The gorgeous color of Compassion.

What a beautiful day out in the blossom

Of the spectacular sunshine

Step by step as I luxuriate in my usual

rambling beside the Clarence lido

I can hear an unusual noise from the geese

The unusual noise is so loud n’ uniform

quite persistent hence enticing me to listen keenly

to the amazing gaggle in their what seems

to me like a cry for some urgent intervention

As the noise persists on I can hardly just

‘Accept it and move on’ as they say in politics

I end up seating on the stone wall at one end of the lido

facing the gaggle’s cry as if in an attempt

 to goggle it n’ check what the matter is with them

with time and with the growing persistence in their noise

I’m now certain that the noise has more to it than

The mere celebration I always watch them make

I see them helplessly yawn in deep hunger

The mums’ dads n’ the goslings are indeed

In deep need for someone to feed them

And as I slowly draw out my camera to picture their cry

a sharp spark of shame strikes me

From deep within and

 So I quickly abandon my mission to take pictures

 Of the poor n’ hungry birds

I watch them jump up and down

The entire flock has now turned restless and

I still sat helpless n’ helping them less  

How can I possibly help them in their tens in numbers?

Slowly and surrendering I face the heavens as if

To request for the left-over of Moses’ manna from Him

Who dwells up in the highest

As I browse the sky for a miraculous solution

I find myself uttering a prayer

For the birds – there is just so much I can offer for now

Whilst still gazing at the sky in prayer I can hear

From behind where I’m sat some

Soft n’ slow well calculated footsteps approaching

 As the footsteps get closer I conclude my prayer

And in deep expectation I turn round as if to check out

For Moses with the manna from above

Here comes an old chap the age my grandpa

- who is nearly a century old now-

Slow but sure he continues to make his steps

 Towards the now entirely desperate gaggle

With his bag full of what seems to be bird food

As my now tearful yet joyful eyes stare at his kindness

The birds are already starting to rally near him reminding

me of the days of old in the Kiambu high dining hall at lunch time

he distributes the food to the gaggle with so much mastery

and fabulous tenderness to all as he smiles

at the now calm n’ beautiful flock

yes it seems they all know him and his love

for them and he too seems to know them so well

as I can hear his soft voice repeatedly saying

“Sorry I came a little bit late”

God bless the old man for his kind acts,

For like the sunshine and soft showers merge

To give birth to the beautiful rainbow

So the cry of the poor n’ hungry gaggle merge with

The benevolence of the old and caring man

To bring forth

     ‘The gorgeous colour of

Compassion.’

N J G K 2013.