To the carpenters first son, Hopelessness’ bane

For in foundations-deep this bane resides, From it our sight he brewed.  A Lion's den, a burning furnace,  An affirmation to this infinity I see. With the last of my embryonic fear  Shedding in grace's mighty embrace, Like a parting sea, a prodigal racing to his father, I see hope erupting in violent splatters. Nehemiah …

An Impromptu note to self

Lazham Gaina Photography I have had a recurring issue, where I would hear a gist/gossip about myself and I would want to go to the gisting bodies and clarify or clear my name. Not only did this not help me in the long run, it also had a way of multiplying the pain I felt …

On Rejoicing

I love to dialogue, let things that are bothering me out, I love clearing things and coming to an agreed conclusion.  I hate assumptions that can lead to questions and more questions as my mind spends time creating scenes that should have happened or shouldn't have.  For that reason, I have kept these words in …

On Days Like this…

For in menace this abode resides,I have been pulled under once or twiceAs the tide rises. Maybe more or not,For I have lost count. I am above the waters, I like to think,An inch or two, you would find my chin.I sway in uncertain rhythm,As I paddle my limbs and hope not for the waves. …

Dear Old Hope

I was safe in the embrace of fear I thought, As pines pricked and slimy branches choked Spilling blood for remission, Distorted salvation! In the mist of illusion, a known pain is better than an unknown. But you see Hope; The match of faith just wouldn't stay still, With one yea, it lits! Engulfed in …

Hope Lives Here.

Some growth we barely see But they be. Roots carving through rocks Born from liquid strength, An eruption to an end But what end? An end is a start if I’m asked. Does Earth leave void? A finish without a beginning? Or a beginning without a finish with a new beginning? Tell me! This hope …

Maybe

Do you ever wonder Why we have to hurt When we have a God That loves us!!! We love the sound of laughter And the merriment of cheer Maybe: Our hearts would lose their tenderness If we never shed a tear. Maybe: All the pain we are feeling Is just the hurt before the healing …