SAILING TO GLORY
You can't rock my boat;
God’s my captain and rutter:
I am smooth sailing:-
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Another "I Do," Another Pledge**
I found myself confronting mortality in the guise of the viper on the day my heart was irrevocably broken. Deep within, I understand that he liberated you, much like the Meadowlark’s song.
Once again, I utter "I do" and make another pledge. The deceitful viper adorned himself in the same black suit. He donned the colors associated with malevolence during this second endeavor, for it is indicated that "strait is the gate and narrow is the way."
His countenance radiates as he feigns a smile, resembling a contrived pose for the camera. I observed the specter of death in his expression, reminiscent of Pinocchio’s nose.
The well-wishers murmured, "No discernment; what a disgrace, what a waste! A lamentable image of a man." The pastor solemnly proclaimed, "Amen."
I perceived death upon the visage of the haunted individual. The fissures in the antiquated brick wall emitted a haunting melody: "You stand before the altar as yet another fool."
Is this a wedding or a funeral—an evening fraught with foreboding? The middle-aged groom reflects a decline in love and kindness. Love, indeed, is blind.
Ending Overtime And Moving On
Desperately
trying
to
throw
us
off
guard
yelled
out
to
us
that
the
ball
was
in
court:-
Let’s
ever
be
mindful
that
here
on
the
battlefloor
of
the
lord
foot
stomping
this
shadowed
valley
we
need
to
fastbreak
and
slamdunk
liberty
as
we
rebound
and
bench
Its
oppressors
as
we
end
overtime
and
move
on
to
justice:-
STOP, detour
The signs are there
Entered into a dangerous zone
No signals on the cell phone
In satan's territory
Mandatory, a disrupted laboratory
The tunnel is too dark
Do not get torn apart
All types of pointed darts
Detour, exit
Go around
The hollow, the strangest sounds.
Detour, Detour
Go around.
Be careful entering into a dangerous zone. Stay focused. Keep JESUS.
Jesus, unchanged through ages long and wide,
He breathed creation’s dawn with sovereign grace,
To Abraham He came, as a friend and guide,
And promised Isaac’s birth in time and place.
El Roi, the God who sees, found Hagar there,
In desert’s ache, He met her tearful plea.
With Jacob, wrestling through the midnight air,
He blessed and named him Israel, bold and free.
In flames, He spoke to Moses from the bush,
To Joshua, as Commander of the Lord’s army, robed in might.
He walked the furnace - fiery, fierce, seven times hot
A fourth man glowing in the blaze of night.
He heals, restores, and breaks death’s cruel tether -
The same yesterday, today, and forever.
Get one's self entry into happiness.
That's deliberate, Straight forward,
User friendliness and Simplistic.
Happiness isn't glimpses for love in
The wrong places nor people and things.
Whilst all the moment in time existed inside
the writer.
Simple living, small pleasures of daily life easy
As ABC.
We are formed in His likeness – three in one,
Body, mind, spirit, we are created anew.
As in our hearts we think, so our course is run -
The soul reflects what inward thoughts pursue.
When Christ we claim, our spirit wakes and sees
Heaven’s truths which once lay dormant and dim.
Belief ignites like fire upon the breeze,
And all things bloom through faith we hold in Him.
He spoke: “All things are possible - believe!”
So, we declare, decree His boundless good.
In trust, the chains of doubt begin to leave,
And miracles arise where once none stood.
With God, the vast impossible shall cease -
In Him, the tide of hope and grace increase.
I am often in nature
Nature where I pace through jungles.
Jungles where I breathe concord
Concord that undertones through shrubberies
Shrubberies that crib sunshine
Sunshine gets on with my soul.
My soul takes me to a seafront to observe water
Water swells dance across the river
River echoing firmament and reveries
Reveries that float like smokes
Smokes bring me home.
Home where I hear my children’s enjoyment.
Enjoyment that rolls from their temperaments
Temperaments that beat with surprises
Surprises that silhouette my optimism
Optimism opens again in me and in all of us
Poem by N. Mugisho
Perhaps I'll write a poem for you
to gently touch your pain-filled heart
that I may caress your frightened world
to make a diamond from your coal
Would you read the words I write?
to heal your heart, make it whole
I'll ask your senses tenderly
to read this poem from my scroll
Will words save you from being lost?
When shades and shadows surround
hurt by trusting tenderness
When your faith has broken down
Can my poem reach your heart?
touch the hidden tears you cry,
will it change your shackled bond,
to golden wings of butterflies?
Will my poem free your storm?
Will it help you to transform?
you read what you want to read
you hear what you want to hear
you see what you want to see
so why won’t you ever be - who you want to be
Human life is the most precious gift given to us by the Creator
we are supposed to be higher than the wild beast in the field
today's humans have lost their way and have become lower, than the wild beast in the field
we have forgotten that we are" the children of the most high" Created in love
We are our brothers' keepers, condemn the wrong and extol the right, when we see it in each other
telling the truth helps to keep us on the right path on this life's journey
Of Melting And Solidifying
Solid ice
is very cold,
but easily
melts away,
even in cool
temperatures:-
Oh, if only
we could
ice bigotry’s
cold oppression,
in these heated days
of radical inequalities:-
In doing so,
we need
only
to deep freeze
injustice:-
In doing so,
we may
just melt
away fear,
and solidify hope.
It’s never too later
To just walk away
You can do it quietly and alone
Or publicly as part of a movement.
When is it time?
When you find yourself isolated
From those you called friends and colleagues
As they seem to drift ever further off
Into far left field, and on out beyond
Into the truly dark and tangled weeds.
And what do you gain?
Freedom.
(9/15/25)
JUST BE YOU
A Praying Mantis
Can’t be a butterfly;
Nor can a moth
Be a hiving be:-
Know that it’s not
What you are,
But who you are: God’s
Unmistakable child:-
Don’t ever strive to be
What others think
You ought to be;
Rather, always be
That great creature
God created you to be:-
Let the cosmic essence
Of your glorious being,
Forever be a shining star,
Enlightening terrestrial Earth
With God’s peace and love:-
Being who you are,
Is God’s divine purpose
Of your blessed being:
The creator of grace,
Peace, and love,
Never has, and never will,
Make a mistake:-
Thus, never attempt to
Exit who and whose you are:-
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