Your wilderness pastures fills my breath with total life
Though I shiver through the cold you assemble
The sweat that pours—the scorching heat of your sky
Many times I’ve stumbled on you dry dead logs
Got bruised, the scars I have can testify
Dear kindness, dearly let me survive

I love your grass dew –washing my toes off dust
Your fruits, smashing, ripe and sources of healthy
Your undying streams of fishes and my bathing tab
These forest’s have I not them—couldn’t have survived
But thanks be to your spirit of elixir, wet and unseasoned
Dear kindness, though it gets dry, embraces me in abundance

Still, there are times I cry, longing the kindness of home
Home might be far than the horizons In sight—Home
Home, the journey I took may seem cruel and provoking
Dear Kindness, perhaps this privation should be ritual
Ought to be temporary, be kind enough and lead me

In silence I long and pursue home through your paths
My clothes wet from the shelter less discomforts
The blisters on my toes has dry blood and wounds
I assemble my prayers, broke my tears and grief less
What’s there to gain in kindness—at times I criticize
But I always come back to kindness

Weary, a homeless wondering soul with many a-gifts
To play a flute to the wild birds and species
Enveloped in the dark and cold by a fire warmth
Where songs are composed in the aspiring stars
And these tears do choke your pasturages greens
Tears of longing compelled in hope in the bleak of mind
Dear kindness, make me a king and I’d be fair kind enough

I sing of Angels and Cherubs, of God and Savior Son
I sing of people and the love I dream for them to share
And moreover I sing, peace, unity—home sweet home
Feeling my words echoing angles of heaven and earth
The echoes returns singing back with lovely delight
Of Kindness and me—to make the world a better place


About Ephraim-Leo Chaparadza

A Zimbabwean who've fled from his country due the perils it was facing, the basic reason that first came in my mind when i've decided to fled was the condition of my two loved ones, sister and ageing grandmother, i wanted the best for them and to seek the means to expose my talent. Believe me, i've got worlds to share, i know life to a great sophisticated standard, though my english is not quite accurate, with the help of all on this site i'm positively sure i'll pull up. My father was a builder in the Rural areas of Murehwa in Zim, he passed away when i was five and that's how i got seperated from my mother when she returned to her first husband. And i was left in the hands of my aunt, she was a loving and one of the good role model of my life, she followed my father when i was eleven, and i was left in the hands of her children.I had to be passed from family to another and life wasn't quite good at all, i find it very hard to make peace with myself. For more about mylife, i'm on progress of my autobiography titled (The other border jumper). I've came to SA three times through risk means (under the spare wheels of trucks) due my conditon of not having anything to buy me a visa, this is the only choice i had. The third time is this, i've never been home after i've lost my grandma, work being a problem in Pretoria i've decided to come to Cape Town, with an aim to find a ship and sail away, but that wasn't God's plan. In the street i joined a Church (Christ Embassy) it was of great inspiration than any church i've attended before. A friend i met in this Church refered me to a project called Mylife ( ) The main task of the project is this, it empowers youth and children, especially from the street, role modelling and equiping them to be the caregivers of the future. This is where i'm staying now, where i've learned to use computers, and a lot more other things and i'm grateful.

Posted on March 24, 2010, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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