God · poetry

Hanging on a tiny thread of Hope

When I go to sleep, I wake in different places.

I find myself standing in a grave yard alone.

Its cold empty and dark

No sign of hope.

 

I begin to sink in the grave.

Despair takes hold of me,

My body numb and frozen

I no longer have strength to fight death.

 

Now even in my wake death follows me

You now begin to suck the joy out of my life

You are no longer a dream but a reality.

Friends don’t know, how my soul pains

 

Hope is far from my sight but I still see

A sigh glimmer at a distant.

Now in my wake I see death everywhere

The storms are closing me in.

The sea is pulling me under.

The hangman ties a noose on my neck.

 

I prepare to take my final breathe

The light that was only a glimmer has enveloped me.

My bones are filled with new strength.

Wings grow from my back, and lift me up.

 

The noose on my neck breaks

The deep water lose their hold over me

As my wings lift me to new heights.

 

When I now go back to sleep.

The grave is gone.

The cold has left.

And Death is nowhere in sight.

 

 

Isaiah 40:29-30

He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak

Even the youth go tired and weary and the young men stumble and fall. But those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength

 

[There are times where we don’t even know what we are going through, Or why we are going through what we are going through, but our Hope in God is what helps us get though it]

 

Kindness S

life · poetry · Uncategorized

Tick tock

life is never easy they say.

I say life is a fickle think

Here at one moment and gone the next

in its beginning its a joy to have many days ahead

near it s end we fear we have run out of time

 

Death will one day visit is all

and when he comes I will greet him

with a smile, because I would have made the best

of my NOW, My TODAY AND MY TOMORROW.

 

 

Life is short worrying yourself to death about things we have no control over, instead of making the best of the time we have now, today. Lets not forget to hold dear the things we mos value and are with living for

 

 

love · poem · poetry · relationship · Uncategorized

battlefield of love

I’m fighting a war, this war does not take place on a ordinary battle-field. But in another plain. The heart. I war with the questions of, what is love? And exploring the edges or the difference between words like infatuation, lust and love. As if I am walking on the edge of a blade and as I get to find my answers its feels like I ever closer for falling on my own sword. There are those who dwell in the world, whom fear love, others see it as a weakness and a few see it as a strength. For me, I realized that it is Love that makes us human. And without it, we have no humanity but become like the beasts that walk the earth, lost and alone without love.

life · poetry · sports · Uncategorized

My Marathon

What can I do, when I can’t run?

What to do, when I strayed off the trail path?

What do I do, when I have no strength left?

 

I keep running!

I get back on the path!

I find greater strength and keep running!

Keep on going, keep on running till I see The Pearly Gates.

 

Finding Nemo : “gotta keep swimming”

Heb 12:1-3

Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us, fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith.

love · poetry · Uncategorized

could it be love?

I have no words to define, how you make me feel, Could it be love? Love sparked in the few seconds when my eyes met yours. Like the warmth of a burning furnace. The warmth of your smile, sets me on fire. I have not yet felt love or known it, in my youth. But I wonder if I have found love, in you. Love being more than just a feeling. But Something that transcend the heavens it selves. A few stars ever get to find there soulmate. But some remain forever star-crossed.  Here on earth you are the sun in the heavens. I pray hat one day the sun, will ever loves me. Because you the sun  is also a star, my star. And you center me.

Christ · fashion · poetry

Fashion: Miss Royal Heritage 2019-2020

Adam and Eve,

Male and female.

From there nakedness,

God birthed fashion,

In the mist of their Shame.

 

Fashion started when we saw we were Naked.

He redeemed us from nakedness by clothing us,

With a thick coat of fabric and material made from animal skins.

 

Now that one moment in time,

Left a mark that will never fade.

Birthing the start of Fashion.

 

The material that now covers us.

Highlights the perfect imperfection in the Human body.

The beauty in the human design, with all its various shapes and curves.

God’s own creatures displayed on the world stage for all to stand in awe of his grand design.

 

Women and Men, walk the runway with boldness and fearlessness.

Showcasing the depthless treasure of beauty in the model that is men.

Opening the eyes, of designer to colour and fabric, inspiring create life in clothing.

And those in the stands or audience, stand in awe of all that fashion has shown then.

 

At the end, nakedness was meant to bring shame and death.

But Fashion brought hope, life and gave us a future.

 

# Gen 1:27

“So God created man in His own image of God He created him; both male and female”

#Gen 3:10

SO he said, “I heard Your voice in the garden, and I was afraid because I was Naked, and I hid myself.”

love · poetry · relationship · Uncategorized

Unexpected Love

The one I loved.

or thought I loved.

Never loved me the way

I expected to be loved.

 

Missing the mark to my heart

And I hers. Destiny fated against us.

As we slowly fade away, like mist over a lake.

 

Our hearts wishing if maybe it was a different season

or maybe a few days ago. we would align, like

the Orion constellation in perfect harmony.

 

This is my heart ache.

I will mourning us for the day

but tomorrow I move on.

Christ · faith · poem · poetry · Uncategorized

He is Yahweh

The Lord my God is good.

You are fair and just.

Your mercy subdues me with your left hand

And with your right hand your hide me

You discipline only to correct.

You are blind to my iniquities,

As far as the east is from the west.

And your eyes search me for all that

Is good and holy. And you’re Face

Shines rays of heavens on earth.

 

Judges 6:9

“… I delivered you out of the hand of the Egyptians and out of

The hand of all those who oppressed you, drove them out before you

And gave you their land.”

 

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God has so much mercy and grace over our life, he is fair that he does not pass hash judgment that does not crash us but presses us like wine skin. He disciplines his children in an divine manner. He pour out grace that is enough to hide use from trouble and his eyes see no more all the sin we have committed Hebrew 8:12. His eyes search my mind, soul and heart for all that is good.