Sermon for Sunday 9/26/10: I Want Things.

I woke this morning, alive.
Sun streaming in my window.
Window wide to let in the birdsong.
I woke up alive, and I want things.

They said brass  known to glitter like gold.

I want peace in my soul.

I want hope for the lions in the fold.

I want abundance for all under I God’s sky.

I want love and if not I wanna know the reason why.

I woke this morning, alive.
Sun streaming in my window.
Window wide to let in the birdsong.
I woke up alive, and I want things.

They say there’s always been trouble in the world.

Most is caused by those who want things.

Fast cars, slow girls, and diamond rings.

Some say money make the world go round.

Others say it turned it upside down.

I woke this morning, alive.
Sun streaming in my window.
Window wide to let in the birdsong.
I woke up alive, and I want things.

We all living under the same moon and stars.

How did we get so very far apart?

Some live for gold others for singing hearts.

In the end we all must testify.

Can you measure the worth of the smile in a child’s eye?

I woke this morning, alive.
Sun streaming in my window.
Window wide to let in the birdsong.
I woke up alive, and I want things.

I want justice and not for just us.

For all us; in justness, I trust.

Since we gathered here, its only fair;

we all taste what’s in the air.

Re-read if it ain’t perfectly clear.

I woke this morning, alive.
Sun streaming in my window.
Window wide to let in the birdsong.
I woke up alive, and I want things.

Birds squabble over figs in the tree.

Hawk makes easy circles in the sky.

There are enough figs for all.

They just ain’t divided evenly.

Hawk decides which squabbling bird will die.

I woke this morning, alive.
Sun streaming in my window.
Window wide to let in the birdsong.
I woke up alive, and I want things.

I want all the soldiers to find paths home.

I want all the weapons broken.

I want science to be knowledge to live by.

I want strong babies with clear eyes.

I want to live a life as tall as mountains are high.

I woke this morning, alive.
Sun streaming in my window.
Window wide to let in the birdsong.
I woke up alive, and I want things.

I want blessings that flow unimpeded.

I want the deaf to hear the drum and heed it.

I want to have enough to give to those who need it.

I want to always know right and promise I to seed it.

I want to be the  me I God sent I to be.

I woke this morning, alive.
Sun streaming in my window.
Window wide to let in the birdsong.
I woke up alive, and I want things.

About Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

I create; therefore I am.
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3 Responses to Sermon for Sunday 9/26/10: I Want Things.

  1. Jean Damu says:

    Whta wonderful and beautiful way to knowyou’re alive. The only way I know I’m alive is to check the obituaries in the morning paper to make sure my name’s not listed.

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  2. Terence Q. Burns says:

    Wow! That is beautiful wording to prove just how much alive you are! You got friend indeed!

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  3. Krea says:

    Beautiful and well said.
    I want many of these same things- I just wish people also wanted to work for them.
    Thank you for the sermon, you definitely took me to church

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