Category: self-care

Hope

Hope

Hope lingers,
expectantly.
Cleaving valiantly,
to the promise of cleansing rains.
It moves gingerly,
through the landmines
of our minds.
It rides the wave, 
of the sewage
built up over the years.
The Coming is soon,
like the rising sun after the moon
a harvest after the monsoon.
Hope gives birth to redemption,
to change the perception
of the world's dire despair.
Now it shines,
to wakeup the weary somnambulist.
When it falls like Manna,
catch it.
And plant it in your garden.

Where Your Mind Go

Where You Mind Go

Just remember this my friend
where your mind go
your body will follow.
A man can see
before he must be.
But friend what is your imagination?
Do you see yourself as great or small?
then surely you will fall
for the lie that kills
that allows the truth to be born
still
unless you use your will
to meet The King
and stand on that hill
fully planted upon solid Rock.

Spring of Living Water

Sping of Living Water

The Spring of living water
tramples the dust,
makes it nothing.
That which was a cloud 
of doom,
doomed to be no more.
Heal me with water
that springs into a fountain
and floods the wasteland.
Shower me with the tears
of the storm, 
that revive the sould and give life.
When uncertainty rises over the horizon
to exact its revenge
then the water rushes through,
sweeps it out of view.

Spring forth,
and make all things new.

Don’t Quit

Don't Quit

Just because the sun
did not shine 
on you today.
Just becausethe rain 
came and washed away 
your way.
Just because you feel
the fear
stealing over you.
Just because your feet
are worn
walking in weary shoes.
Don't quit
don't give in
to the voice
that tries to imprison
you from within.

In Pursuit

In Pursuit

In pursuit I chased
but In got disengaged
from the ordering of my mind.
I looked for a sign
it did not come
so my sign I made
But ended up dismayed
When my sign led to a dead end.
I ran and ran
then ran some more
to find a home secure
but instead I ran through an open door
and ended up on a desolate moore!
Then
from the corner of my eye
now here's my sign
though I
but look here
it was a big black fly!
So now I roam
far from home
my pursuit now quite noisome.

It Feels Good

It Feels Good

I remember when
I use to dream about heaven
What a glorious place it would be.
Life was really rough then
rejected I could not see the end
of the commotion of that life.
But now I sit in joy
I feel the warmth
of my belonging.
I have few good friends,
true love that will never end
and trust me
It feels good.

That dream is no longer far
I don't have to wish upon a star
I can sit under this Julie mango tree
watch the coconut leaves
sway in the evening breeze
knowing I have been blessed.
And though it still tough,
since I never gave up,
I live to know each day
that life,
it feel so good.

Lukewarm

Lukewarm

Lukewarm.
This is dangerous.
It is the master of disguise
the angel of light
that brings darkness.
There is no truth in it.
Only
half-
truths.
half-heartedely
the enemy joins in
and while you build
he unbuilds
and the house is never built.
But to finish it
the fire must be lit
and the darkness vanquished.
You will be the flame 
that ignites the change
buried in you.