Dear Christ

Be the rain, and I will be clean;

Be the light, and I will be bright;

Be a seed, and grow within me;

Be the infinite, so I can learn you;

Be a mystery, and overwhelm me;

Be my friend and comfort;

Be my angle, and I feel safe;

Be my shield, and I will fight for my soul;

Be my tear, and I will be strong;

Be the wind, and carry me;

Be my favorite movie, and I will watch you all day;

Be my rest, so I feel comfortable;

Be my dream, so I sleep again;

Be my temptation, so I always do right;

Be a song; so I sing you;

Be the son of God, so you hear when I pay;

Be my desire, and wipe my loneliness;

Be my hands, so I work for you;

Be my eyes, and I will see God,

Be my preacher, and I will believe;

Be the holiest, so I desire righteousness,

Be my voice, so I can be god;

Be my thoughts, and I will be holy;



About Kabue Charles

I am an instigator of artistic, intelligent and mind boggling softwares. I love C#, envy C++, and one day I might try CUDA. I prefer solving complex and mission impossible problems in a new or old but innovative way. Am intrigued by machine learning challenges, security critical challenges, and privacy challenges like a real serverless peer-to-peer communication. I am usually literally stressed when a day goes by without learning or doing something new. I avoid repetition whenever possible. Away from computers, I enjoy capturing moments of life and nature with 1080 (…and above) pixel pictures and videos. I like details, accuracy, idealistic but realistic personalities. I love futurist’s but I hate fantasy. A decent, moderate and gentle character is my favorite. I avoid shame like a plague, confront my fears with facts, and I am very constant with opinions and beliefs. I love suits (…but don’t wear them), arsenal football club (…I only know the manager), and I have no favorite food. Reading and writing poems helps me retain my sobriety. I consider myself funny, privileged, a renaissance man and sometimes shy. I believe in things unseen and incomprehensible.

Posted on December 1, 2015, in poem and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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