“The mystery of divine love, how it weighs down the mind, but lifts up the heart. True love can not be simulated, it has to be experienced, and the experience brings a conviction from the heart, that subdues the mind.” – Makafui.
When my heart becomes Yours and Your taste lingers on my tongue;
Because You’ve wooed me, and called me to taste and see how sweet.
When I breathe in Your presence with each passing breath;
Feel it pass from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet – empowering.
When I feel Your caress with every rubbing of my clothes,
Reminding me even in the darkest of moments how close You really are.
What is there to glean from this realm?
What sense and direction is inherent in this plane;
Where the air gets cloggier by the day,
And morals blurrier by the hour;
Where so much is known, but very little is used or understood?
Really, what are we doing,
Sacrificing long-term health for short-term convenience and luxury?
I do not contest against my ignorance,
Nor do I argue against my inadequacy.
I do not deny that I desire to be a saint,
Nor do I not realise the fear I harbour
Of falling short – far too short.
“‘Making art with all your heart’, is when people look at a piece and see art, and maybe an outline of something that resonates; you look and see all the broken pieces of your heart, strung together artfully.” – Makafui.
I’ve been quite fixated on love recently;
The word has been abused, but not much I can do about that.
I once heard a young man bawl like a toddler for hours,
Because he had suffered a broken heart.
To be honest, I was a little fascinated,
And may have wished for something terrible in the name of curiosity.
But it also got me thinking…
I’m told he’s been sold,
Lost his soul to the cold.
He wishes he could be saved,
Find his place and be graced.