Days like this (today) are always strange to me; And I can’t explain why, though I’ve tried, Several times, to myself, unsatisfactorily…
Days like this have the tendency to make me sink deep into myself; Cataloguing, Analyzing, Marking, Contemplating, Appreciating… Alternating between speechlessness and an overwhelming deluge of things to say…
Yesterday feels like a dream, tomorrow seems like a wish; Today, here and now, smells like promises and fulfillment; Like layers of abstractions collapsed into a singularity – reality.
“Some things are too expensive to buy, yet too precious to ignore. Your life is not worthless – no life is; Christ has paid for your life with His, that you may have eternal life. Won’t you let Him have yours now to complete the deal? A one-sided deal is no deal at all. You must do your part. And sometimes your part is simply sincerely saying, ‘I surrender’.” – Makafui.
“There aren’t many free gifts in life, and none is comparable to the gift of eternal life given by God through Jesus Christ. If at all ‘life’ has a secure resting place, it is in the hands of He who made it.” – Makafui.
“I love the way you smile… Your teeth are brighter when they show; The cringes at the edges of your eyes, And the graceful arch of your lips; Your heart may be hidden from general view, But your face reveals the joy therein; That’s why I love the way you smile.
“There’s nothing more miserable than ignorance of the secret of Life. You may blunder your way to the pearly gates of Heaven, but you will not enter by mistake. There is Someone you must know to have access to what lies beyond those awesome doors. Do you know Him? Really know Him? And does He know you? Because it would be utterly devastating to be told on that fateful day, ‘Access denied,’ and, ‘I don’t know you.'” – Makafui.
Walking down memory lane, I come across many strange sights;
Strange, not because they’re unfamiliar, surprising or unnatural;
But because down memory lane things just look different.
Some things which seemed heavy, look like feathers now;
Some things that flitted through barely leaving a mark,
Now seem to have made and left trenches deep and wide;
Fleeting moments that were regarded ordinary, barely noteworthy,
Now seem to be set in gold, with silver linings and adorned with pearls. Continue reading →
“There are three notable events in the life of any individual: Birth, Death, and Judgement. Birth is joyously celebrated, Death is sad but honoured; both come with a lot of ‘fanfare’, but Judgement seems to be largely ignored; though it is the one event that weighs in the eternal balances, the activities littered between Birth and Death. We must then carry this consciousness, even if it is in the name of selfish self-preservation, that Judgement is as sure and ubiquitous as Birth and Death are; and that it is the solemnest and severest event of life.” – Makafui.
The mysteries of divine irony:
That an ancient symbol of shame
In one day became the ultimate symbol of hope;
The price was a life so pure that shame fled.
The crying cross that weeps blood,
Lamenting at the silence of the Saints –
Silent in comfort, but powerfully verbal in persecution –
Blood-marked men wrung through the wheels of suffering
Their robes made white by a thorough washing in Blood. Continue reading →
Sing me a song that sounds like the cry of my soul.
I don’t have the voice or the skill,
But I’ll like to hear my soul’s song outside the confines of my being;
So please, If you can, sing me that song, that keeps stirring me up.
I don’t want to be the only one with these goosebumps,
Or the euphoria and the resonating sympathies of these chords. Continue reading →