“Adure – Daughter of Grace, Elegance & Beauty” inspirational music theme.
The Onyima & Adure Family Foundation commissions “Adure – Daughter of Grace, Elegance & Beauty” inspirational music theme. Click on the play button to hear the inspirational track: “Adure”
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A THORN IN THE SIDE; THE THORN IN MY SIDE
“At the end of the premiere of his ninth symphony Ludwig Van Beethoven had to be turned around to see the tumultuous applause with which the audience received his creation and with the dawning of the fact that he could hear not a mini decibel of sound, Beethoven began to weep.
Three times the Apostle Paul asked the Lord to remove the thorn he felt so sharply at his side, each time the Lord refused saying, “My Grace is sufficient for you”.
And so it is, that like these great man before me and many more of their kind; I must go through life impaired, incomplete, with a thorn deeply entrenched in my side.
The physical loss of hearing caused Beethoven a spiritual loss that hung like a shroud, heavy upon him till his last day; causing him to wail – muss es sein??? Indeed, it seems, it must be.
Paul learnt this truth peculiar to great men also; God chooses the infirm or weak to do His work and to achieve greatness. For a great man must remember at all times that he is man and a vessel that God has chosen to utilize for His purpose.
And so it is, that I go through life alone, weakened by the loss of ADURE!
With the dawning of each day my side aches.
With the achievement of each new target the thorn agitates and prickles.
With each added laurel, the blood oozes out of the wound.
And yet I must plod on, I know I must, she would have it no other way.
I push and push and push myself beyond all limits and boundaries seeking in some warped and perverse way to wake her from her reverie, her slumber.
Surely she only but sleeps; it isn’t final her disappearance – it can’t be, for she did not take leave of me…
And so, I search for her in every feminine face. I strive to nourish her skin, to add to her beauty and glow through every woman I touch with my art.
I lean on her bosom each time I feel maternal warmth…
ADURE!!
I feel your presence, your support, your love.
I chant your words and teachings daily like a mantra.
You fill me with strength, you are a constant companion; and yet, you taunt me, frustrate me with your physical non presence.
Before the morning light pushes through the mountains each day, I arise to commune with you; why are you far from me?
Surely you know that there is nothing I would not do to touch you for half a minute?
But that is the very thorn of which I speak, the bitter sweet, gentle and painful constant reminder that I am here and you are there.
My destiny is tied inexonerably to this fact. For each waking moment is dedicated to attaining increased heights of greatness, that somewhere, beyond the waters and above the mountains, somewhere in the dizzying heights of the heavens, you may hear the applause and receive and acknowledge yet another token of love from your IHEATU.
Aunty,
I bow to my weakness as a man
I accept that I will never be whole until I meet with you again
I live with this knowing and continue on this path of greatness as a tribute to my Maker and you.”
