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.
Category: self-care
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.