There are those whose stories
Are etched on their bodies;
It’s in every untimely wrinkle,
Each inexplicably heavy sigh;
The weight of each step,
The unconscious stoop,
The wary glance,
The weary countenance,
The shallow smile.
One foot in front of the other;
On a diet of milk and honey,
Easy does it, they say,
That’s how to walk.
To the Ever-present Help in times of trouble;
The King Eternal, All-Mighty, Gracious, Kind;
He whose Glory fills the earth to saturation,
Each square inch, phenomena, snippet of time
And space and breath and thought, captivated.
Many hearts and minds, with hands and lips,
Everything that has not breath, and some that do,
Rejoice at the Gift from above, come to
Reclaim all of creation – salvage via salvation;
Yea, herein lies the mystery of the gift of grace.
“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.
“Be encouraged, when the days are dreary and the nights uncertain;
When ‘life’ threatens to happen, and ‘times’ plot mischief.
Ploys and schemes, no matter how intricate,
Must bow before the simple profundity of Faith.
The presence of so much knowledge has exposed many young minds to some of the very finest specimens of the human race: Of staggering achievements and epic struggles; Of transitions spearheaded by men and women of dreams and faith and action – veritable martyrs of their beliefs. Continue reading