The Greatest

by IRENE FOWLER, Contributor

“And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.” – 1 Corinthians 13.13

Good morning everyone and welcome.

Whatever your preferred flavour of life is – sweet, savoury, spicy or somethin’ else, welcome to the melting pot. I am on West African time, so ‘servez-vous.’

Even though we are helpless to change things on a macro scale, we can in our own small ways, align with love and the positive. As we contribute our quota, we are building towards a critical mass which can force change/s for good.


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SUNS OF LOVE

It doesn’t make sense
Cos it’s not Mensa
Remove all doubt
Cos you have the clout
It’s not me who is way out
I’m a true believer
It comes from the heart
So play your part
To slay the hate
The universe awaits
Take the love bait
Choose the path of peace
Heal a world in pieces
Pick up the fragments
Of hurt, loss and pain
Lend a hand its so plain
Smooth the angry brows
Drop the raised fist
Love tops the list
Look for the beauty
For it abounds
It’s in you and me
Waiting to be found
Settle your mind
We are one kind
All breathe the same air
Each one a sun
Part of eternity
A lasting fraternity
Full of possibilities
See the golden other
As a beloved brother
Not black, white or brown
Look for the crown
Of beating hearts
It’s not red or blue
It’s me and you
Colour is silent
Yet stands accused
It is the seated soul
That speaks and rains
Love and hate unfeigned
Stars freely abide
Ruling darkest midnight
So too as suns
We must overcome
Hate, fear and pride
Only then
Will our work be done.


©2021 by Irene Fowler

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God’s Own CHILDREN

We spare our tears and weep not for thee
Raving, raging, racist though you be
For the poisons sit, seep, ever so deep
Lament for the white-tender-young
Legatees of racist-inspired-wrongs
God’s own children taught to revile
Shared humanity of another hue
Joint-heirs of sun, air and dew
White eyes and ears imbibe the bile
Bitter fruit set their teeth on edge
Is it already much, much too late
To lock wide-open, infernal gates of hate?
Confused, contorted outlooks, views
Inundated with daily, hourly brutal news
Spin in malleable, chained hearts and minds
Babes coaxed against man’s common sights
Destiny beckons, calls forth a new day
For ALL inalienable rights.


©2021 by Irene Fowler


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3 Responses to The Greatest

  1. wordcloud9 says:

    Thank you Irene for sharing your inspiring poems today.

  2. Irene Fowler says:

    Thank you.
    Irish Blessing
    May the road rise up to meet you.
    May the wind be always at your back.
    May the sun shine warm upon your face;
    May the rains fall soft upon your fields
    May God hold you in the palm of His hand.

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