Serendipity’s Trace (Teodrose Fikre)

Serendipity’s Trace is a Book by Teodrose Fikre. “This gifted author offers his insights with free verse, drawing a clear picture with his words. He draws me in with readable prose, and makes me see life in a way I hadn’t before. That’s all we can really ask from a poet, right? Well done, sir, and thank you,” wrote one reader on Amazon customer review. borkenaNovember 18, 2020 Below are some excerpts from it. Broken Water (Tsebel) Regardless of the hardshipsdespite of life’s harshnessremember always one thingwe are greater than our circumstances Even when our kindnessis paid back with callousnessNever let these momentsdistract you from this truthbehind every crucible there are blessingsIf only we look for them For these crucibles representdarkness and stormsbut it’s in the darknesslightning cracks silenceand instantly breaks water Broken water (tsebel) is the blessingDamage morphing into graceAs we emerge from ominous shadowsinto the light of God’s presence We are born twice through this tsebelbroken water leading to new beginningsOnce as infants out of the wombFluid splintering comfortFrom safety into the wildernessthe second time as adultsSadness building into a crescendoSorrow the new embryonic fluid Finally water breaks againLeading from depression into purposeHang tight regardless of your stationin time winter’s barrennessgives way to spring’s harvest The wounds will healand the scars will be a testimonya remembrance that you are a championBrokenness leads to broken waterTsebel leads to life’s new chapters Dreams of Fathers and Presence It still swirls and churns in my mindThe moment my father withdrew into silenceThe minute his eyes submerged into darknessThe last conversation we hadThe last tears exchanged between us His last day on earthThe last conversation we sharedHe conveyed a messageThe burden he carried to heaven As he struggled to speakWords being muffled by discomfortHis eyes brimming with broken waterHe apologized to me in sorrowUnable to hug meHe instead embraced me with a regret I did not fully understand it back thenWhy he wept as he uttered these words“I’m sorry, I wish I was around more”All I could do was offer a retort That was based in absolute sincerityI told him what I felt in my heartHe provided the best he was ableEven if work got in the way of his presence I don’t write these words with resentmentRather perhaps it’s based on my own regretFor now I understand my father’s last lessonWhat he learned as he was in transitionHis remorse was not that he did not provideIt’s that he provided too much Working too hard to advanceTo make sure his children had enoughAnd never suffered for wantingBecame in itself a curse of excessesToo much work taking awayFrom the time he has with us We chase dreams trying to advanceInsisting on buying homes and having enoughBut for is it worth to attain successIf it takes away from living in the presenceIt was cancer that took my father awayBut an equal accomplice in his early deathWere in equal parts stress, work, and no rest Would his children have been any lessIf we grew up in an apartmentInstead of a suburban townhouseWould we have been reducedIf we had one car instead of twoOr lived in a less suitable neighborhood What my father regretted was timeTime he sacrificed as he sacrificed for usTime he spent in a taxi and post officeEndless toil and quantity of workTaking away from quality time at homeOnly to have his children grow up in a flashAnd sickness forcing him finally to take respiteEndless time with family spent on bed rest To all of you reading thisI beseech you to stop chasing dreamsAnd instead live the dream of the momentThe biggest present you can give to your childrenIs the present of presence and being with themfor material gain and acquiring accumulation is negligent As the season of giving arrivesForget buying gifts and instead let love be the presentDriving yourselves into debt and bondageFor the sake of gifts that are worthlessWill in time lead to your own regret But time spent with loved onesTime invested not in money but emotionThese gifts keep on givingSo instead of stressing about providing moreProvide by just being therePeace and remain blessed Available on Amazon Join the conversation. Like borkena on Facebook and get Ethiopian News updates regularly. As well, you may get Ethiopia News by following us on twitter @zborkena

Serendipity’s Trace (Teodrose Fikre)

Serendipity’s Trace is a Book by Teodrose Fikre.

“This gifted author offers his insights with free verse, drawing a clear picture with his words. He draws me in with readable prose, and makes me see life in a way I hadn’t before. That’s all we can really ask from a poet, right? Well done, sir, and thank you,” wrote one reader on Amazon customer review.

borkena
November 18, 2020

Below are some excerpts from it.

Broken Water (Tsebel)

Regardless of the hardships
despite of life’s harshness
remember always one thing
we are greater than our circumstances

Even when our kindness
is paid back with callousness
Never let these moments
distract you from this truth
behind every crucible there are blessings
If only we look for them

For these crucibles represent
darkness and storms
but it’s in the darkness
lightning cracks silence
and instantly breaks water

Broken water (tsebel) is the blessing
Damage morphing into grace
As we emerge from ominous shadows
into the light of God’s presence

We are born twice through this tsebel
broken water leading to new beginnings
Once as infants out of the womb
Fluid splintering comfort
From safety into the wilderness
the second time as adults
Sadness building into a crescendo
Sorrow the new embryonic fluid

Finally water breaks again
Leading from depression into purpose
Hang tight regardless of your station
in time winter’s barrenness
gives way to spring’s harvest

The wounds will heal
and the scars will be a testimony
a remembrance that you are a champion
Brokenness leads to broken water
Tsebel leads to life’s new chapters

Dreams of Fathers and Presence

It still swirls and churns in my mind
The moment my father withdrew into silence
The minute his eyes submerged into darkness
The last conversation we had
The last tears exchanged between us

His last day on earth
The last conversation we shared
He conveyed a message
The burden he carried to heaven

As he struggled to speak
Words being muffled by discomfort
His eyes brimming with broken water
He apologized to me in sorrow
Unable to hug me
He instead embraced me with a regret

I did not fully understand it back then
Why he wept as he uttered these words
“I’m sorry, I wish I was around more”
All I could do was offer a retort

That was based in absolute sincerity
I told him what I felt in my heart
He provided the best he was able
Even if work got in the way of his presence

I don’t write these words with resentment
Rather perhaps it’s based on my own regret
For now I understand my father’s last lesson
What he learned as he was in transition
His remorse was not that he did not provide
It’s that he provided too much

Working too hard to advance
To make sure his children had enough
And never suffered for wanting
Became in itself a curse of excesses
Too much work taking away
From the time he has with us

We chase dreams trying to advance
Insisting on buying homes and having enough
But for is it worth to attain success
If it takes away from living in the presence
It was cancer that took my father away
But an equal accomplice in his early death
Were in equal parts stress, work, and no rest

Would his children have been any less
If we grew up in an apartment
Instead of a suburban townhouse
Would we have been reduced
If we had one car instead of two
Or lived in a less suitable neighborhood

What my father regretted was time
Time he sacrificed as he sacrificed for us
Time he spent in a taxi and post office
Endless toil and quantity of work
Taking away from quality time at home
Only to have his children grow up in a flash
And sickness forcing him finally to take respite
Endless time with family spent on bed rest

To all of you reading this
I beseech you to stop chasing dreams
And instead live the dream of the moment
The biggest present you can give to your children
Is the present of presence and being with them
for material gain and acquiring accumulation is negligent

As the season of giving arrives
Forget buying gifts and instead let love be the present
Driving yourselves into debt and bondage
For the sake of gifts that are worthless
Will in time lead to your own regret

But time spent with loved ones
Time invested not in money but emotion
These gifts keep on giving
So instead of stressing about providing more
Provide by just being there
Peace and remain blessed


Available on Amazon

Join the conversation. Like borkena on Facebook and get Ethiopian News updates regularly. As well, you may get Ethiopia News by following us on twitter @zborkena