Sweet and permanent is the joy that God gives in
His Appointed time
Lucky are those that wait upon the Lord who makes all things beautiful in
Laughter-provoking is God’s promise fulfilled in
His Due Time
Like the angel’s message to Sarah, the barren old wife of Grandpa Abraham
That she would mother baby Isaac at
God’s Set Time
Blessed is the child that comes at
God’s Own Time
Like Prophet Samuel that sprung out of Hannah’s hitherto barren womb
Reliable is a vision from God for it’ll come to pass
In fullness of Time
Great is the victory of God for He will defeat our enemies at
His Definite Time
In the Blind Man’s Shoes
If you were an optician
What would you have done
Had you been in the place of
The blind man whose eyes
The carpenter’s son anointed
With clay and spittle for a healing?
Were you barren 90-year old Sarah
Or 100-year old Abraham
What would you have told the angel
Announcing news of yet-to-be-born Isaac?
Were you Lazarus’ sister
Would you have believed Jesus’ comfort:
He’s only asleep; he aint dead!
Were you the ceremony chairman At Cana of Galilee
Would you have allowed those pots to be filled with water
When all you wanted was wine – not water?
You say you have the money
With it I can buy everything, you brag
You put all your trust in all clans of currency
Yet you forget that money has boundaries
Beyond which it becomes useless paper pieces
And won’t buy
You say you have read heaps of books
And think you’re wiser than Solomon of old
With knowledge I’ll solve all my life puzzles, you boast
Wait when God turns your wisdom into foolishness
And defies science and medicine and technology
By healing the blind with clay and spittle
By creating a highway on the sea
And walking on water
Tell me wise one
What will you
Father and mother will rescue me, you say
My friends will if my parents won’t
My spouse is there also
And so are my children
I trust a minister-friend of mine to bail me out.
Friend, the Egyptian Pharoah had fine chariots and riders
And in them he trusted and sought to harm God’s Chosen
To the peril of Egypt’s armed forces
That drowned in the sea of God’s wrath
For cursed is a man that trusts
In fellow man.
The whistling of wind in adoration
The gurgling of seas in praise of the Creator
The gentle whispers of tree canopies in worship
The stillness of tree trunks in honour of the Mighty Hand
The calmness of the night and the awe with which it comes
The separation of day and night with just two balls – sun and moon
The stars that pace up like little lamps in the sky, brightening the night
The mystery of human breath and the miracle of our sleeping and waking up
Which officer tells the sun to stop shining bright when evening draws near?
Where does the moon hide during day, what about the sun during night?
Who takes the sun to its store in the night; and where is the sun’s store?
Where does heat escape to during night, what of coldness during day?
It is only He who formed these features with His Hand and Word
That controls them so efficiently with a technology He reserved
For Himself lest man boasts of equality with God – profanity
And denies God the glory and honour and worship only
Deserved by the Almighty to whom every tongue
Is tasked to confess bow and worship and praise
and every knee mandated to bow before Him
In truth and spirit until our adoration
Reaches His throne like
A sweet fragrance.
Samuel Kamugisha is a Ugandan journalist, poet and fiction writer. Born 25 years ago in Bushenyi, western Uganda, Kamugisha attended Kashozi Boarding PS, Nyabubare SS and Ishaka Vocational SS. He read Journalism and Communication at Makerere University and won the 2015 TabereMudini Award, sponsored by Monitor Publications, for his academic excellence.
A former journalist with The Observer, Kamugisha is currently an editor at Living Word Publications, a Christian publishing house based in Kampala-Uganda.
Kamugisha’s poetry and prose have been published in Coursework Love: stories and poems from The Hill of The Learned, a collection about university life, and Parousia Magazine.