

Often
I've often heard it said
how mysterious God is
the way he moves, the way He works
Is comparable to the wind
I could often never fathom
how great His power is
Magnanimous, stupendous and unfailing
but that's what awesomeness is
I've often had many low points
throughout my life thus far,
Experienced the weeping, the wallowing
then asking, "God, why? Why?"
One of the lowest points in my life
has to be when I was a youngling
going to university still
Asking God, "Why, God?"
"Why am I so different from everyone else here?"
Shy, timid, relentlessly lacking a strong voice
Thought of as simple minded and socially awkward
Could never quite fully escape that tag
If it wasn't for that phrase,
"But God", I'd never be where I am
so that's why this is so said:
I've often heard it said
"What a mystery God is!"
The way He moves, the way He works
is not easy to comprehend
But even though, I understand not
I thank God for the "But Gods"
so that I can without a doubt say
"I am shy but because there's God
he'll help me and make a way."
Breaks of August
I remember how in what we refer to as the old time days, I as a child would play with others like me in the August's season's summer sun.
The yard that resonated with giggles and games like hide- and-seek, cricket, football or catch. That's the August I knew the days of time past. That's the long of it and the short is the period of September where the days of school and early to bed early to rise would start up on-going for months again till another break would swoop in.
A DAY MORE
Just one more day, I wish I had with you if then I knew what I know now...that you'd be gone...
I wouldn't have it any other way but to spend as much time as is allowed me...permitted Us to do all the things we could possibly fit in a single 24 hour day.
Lie down in the comfort of your lap, rest my head on your shoulder to sleep, or softly smile as I read aloud a book while in your arms or we two, look up at the stars in the evening sky as we talk about our dreams.
Art that Reignites...
Art becomes whatever the mind thinks imagines creates with purposeful intent; something useful made from anything I'd say as it bewildered the eyes in recent years: art was crafted out of trash, once abandoned regained usefulness, all eyes mine too fixated on that point. Sometimes something considered as "just... simple art" like a fire can reignite the once burned out flames of passion in others' hearts.
To think that something important or even more-so someone could one day be regarded as useless futile just merely existing and blowing as a leaf carried in the wind - lies, that should be cast away never to see the light of day ever again.
Hopeful Lips
Light at the end of the tunnel
A step into the drenching of the warm comforting heat of the sun; when the unpredictable storms of life come knocking at a person's door, hope in the mind, in the heart and on the tip of the lips says there's always purpose in the midst of life's
"the good and the bad" moments but my strength my hope my escape lay in the Lord
Jesus who will anchor my stance though into the dark, I step.
Cycle of Life & Last Breath...
Out from the womb comes
a newborn to life outside
in hunger, he cries.
Goes from being fed
every few hours, to sleep and
back, till he grows tall.
Seems time will quickly
pass on by, as from toddler
to adult, arrived.
Looking back on the
simpler days, he will begin
to miss moments, past.
Work and gaining cash
becomes the only things seen
till alas, breath departs.
Nature’s a SHOW
I've always been intrigued by the thought
of someday travelling to places all over the world. To experience something like the four seasons, namely, spring, summer, fall and winter.
In the springtime, I'd visit a field of hyacinths or plains adorned with daffodils, where myriads of butterflies bob around and play. In the summer, I'd be nothing but carefree in the heat of the day while the sun brilliantly shines on me. And in the fall, I'd watch leaves change hue and drop wherever often I can.
For the last, I'd like to experience winter but hardly for the cold it brings. Instead, it's so that I could finally see what a snowflake feels like when it's pressed and melting in the palm of my hand. Then make a movie scene reality by building a frosty little snowman.
Peace...Eureka!
Searching for peace
in a world of the mind's
making seeking answers
to questions like
What path is my life
supposed to take?
When's the time for
the career, dreams to
take flight, also where's
the husband?
Knowing the answer now
makes me much more at
ease - I'll have to wait
because it's in God's
timing but I don't have
to fret about it, stifling
my mind with the
unnecessary stress and
constant worry.
Nothing beats Truth
Telling a lie to spare someone else's feelings? Don't know
that I can agree to that 'cause
I'm thinking the lie I might be telling to someone now could
prove chaotic in the long run.
I know truth can hurt. Sometimes like a blade it can wound the receiver in an instant penetrate implanting deep. That's perhaps when it's taken the wrong way, though, I feel.
The heart can feel weak and
hurt as though it's been dealt
a physical blow. Yet truth,
I'll choose truth, there's nothing
like it to reach out of love for a soul to come to grips with reality. Truth compares with medicine in the way that it can
be bitter and kind of hard to
swallow but once you do, it
makes for a better healthier you
in contrast to the you there was
formally.
The Battle with Self
The former self,
I knew,
but I don’t like it.
I harbor regrets,
but here it comes
slowly creeping in again!
The battle has started!
It has waged war!
But will I emerge victorious,
I wonder?
I suppose only time will tell.
If I know nothing else,
this I do know
Former self,
I have no space for you!
My true self,
the person I was always
meant to be,
has taken it all away
from you.
I’m glad it has!
The thought of returning
as you to my God
and my family
disappoints me, thus
melancholy I feel.
So bring it on!
Fight, we will but
you will have no hold