We are eternal, yet only life we claim,
Mirrors of light reflected in time’s frame.
Between dawn and dusk, our hearts resound,
With music vast, yet nowhere bound.
Eternal stretches love’s endless sea,
No edge where being turns to debris.
It sings within stars, in rivers’ flow,
A silent bond that roots and grows.
The soul blooms past what fear can bind,
Beyond possession, beyond the mind.
In stillness, truth like pollen drifts,
The infinite in mortal gifts.
To live with depth is to breathe forever,
Mold tomorrow in today’s endeavor.
All we touch remains, a flowing trace,
Nothing lost leaves no space.
We are eternal, yet only life’s light,
In this moment’s glow, eternity’s sight.
A fleeting door, tenderly bright,
Opening wide to endless life.
Luke’s Take: Couplets
Amidst the gathered throng all who contemplate
A farmer wandered forth to sow with agrarian gait
Some seeds were trampled, snatched by birds in flight
Others met the rocky ground and withered from the light
Among the thorns, hope struggled, choked by worldly care
While on good soil, faith blossomed, life fertile and rare
Each heart receives The Word, its journey has begun
By holding fast and persevering it, a harvest is won
Mark’s Take: A Limerick
A man scattered seed as He fanned’em
Always knowing whose growth’s in tandem
The stalk, then the head
And the grain is ripe and spread
The harvests appear just as He’s planned’em
Matthew’s Take: Haikus
Seeds fall on the path
Birds swoop down without a root
Message snatched away
Rocky ground, quick joy
Sun scorches shallow roots fast
Withers in trouble
Among the sharp thorns
Worries choke the growing Word
Fruitless riches fade
Good soil receives seed
Understanding yields a crop
Abundance in heart
Wheat and weeds both grow
Harvest sorts what is sown here
Truth’s spread by our God
Epilogue:
A Tender Shoot springs
Wonderful Counselor He
Succors to His kin
Onto hope is necessity
If waiting would not profit
Growth rate of yeasty bids
Boldly into anticipating yields
For anointed oil to fill pot to its brim
Hope hurts hasty head,
Healing heart's hindrance hurting...
Higher honor's host.
Onto chance is doubt
If shaky wait looses grip
Of expected time of being
Beyond what caution's seat
Can tame to ease such tension
Waiting weighs wit's will,
Wether with weight, work wows well,
Wad weary wall's war.
Onto anxiety is probability
If due luck isn't forthcoming
Gradually brighter to dying eyes
For long viewing afar its due arrival
Building capacity to hastily bear its cross
Anxiety ace acts,
Awaiting apt adjustments...
Alive abounding.
Onto peace is accord
If faith assumes rightly
Tightening Word's interval
Which drowning sea can't sink
Timing unfulfilled drift beforehand
Faith fights for future,
Featuring failure fearing...
Fulfilling fortunes.
Onto belief is assurance
If rest solely on its scope
Trying time's ton ultimately
Search endlessly not too early
Yet assessment bids via grace
Resting relieve risks,
Racing refined regret's reign...
Rapture reserved raw.
When life is so down;
Crying is a replaced frown,
When hope seemed drown.
When life, at its best-
City, a replaced town's guest;
A place to invest.
When life is troubled,
Tears replaced sadness doubled...
Nigt partying bubbled.
When life is so good,
Joy replaced blissful childhood;
Fun... than adulthood.
When life is a bet,
Winning is a replaced debt,
Sequent stakes reset.
When life is a twist,
Call, a replaced beep missed;
Fair treatment persist...
When life is charmed,
Love replaced likeness unharmed;
Stay off been alarmed...
When life, grace lust's feast,
Heartbreak, a replaced deceit;
Learn through to retreat...
When life is unkind,
It is yours to be designed...
Do yours, never mind.
When life does exist,
Rise and fall shall coexist;
Choose one to resist.
When life is of fate,
Pray; fasting do not hate-
Grace turns its dictate.
I will show you horrors from the dirt –
From the slow rot under stone,
Verily, where spurned grace lay,
I, too, set down my trembling hands,
Beneath the quiet cold of stern command.
I will show you terror of the earth –
From roots mourning the coming dawn,
Ere, the subtle song,
Once the beautiful ones wake and play,
Forming value, death and decay.
Celebrate the tragedy –
The death of God,
Give me your yearning to be free,
I will show you the horrors of the dirt,
The meaning of the earth.
Drawn by the image of my Lord
This lumpen mass—worthy of none—
Prays to resist the tempting horde.
Drawn by the image of my Lord
As panting harts bled in the sun
Long for water to be restored.
Drawn by the image of my Lord
This lumpen mass—worthy of none.
Drawn in the image of my Lord
Out of the miry clay, well spun;
Charmed like Saul by His secret chord.
Drawn in the image of my Lord
As resplendent as His dear Son—
My will His own, perfect accord.
Drawn in the image of my Lord
Out of the miry clay, well spun.
Into the garden of Eve,
Beyond the branches of trees;
There was a old soul
(Who was evil and bold)
Defying the Divine as pleased.
While Angels flew high in the sky
And some would fly low by the lake;
The one who was bold
And evil as told
Was cursed to live as a snake.
While crawling on a tree;
The serpent met Adam and Eve.
"Do as you please"
"Take one of these"
"Rules?"
"Ah, come on please."
Eating the forbidden fruit;
They both received the boot.
Cast down to Earth,
Where woman gave birth;
To all who works the land.
From woman to child to man.
A heart that’s been touched by the Gospel
Holds power that can’t ever hide
For could a mere person be able
To hold Yahweh’s Spirit inside?
If truly you’re touched, you will know it
It seeps from the core of your soul
And out of the depths of your spirit
His rivers of life overflow
It flows, and you cannot restrain it
You yield plans and choice to its strength
It rules you, yet you do not fear it
It gives you the viewpoint of faith
His mercy consumes you like fire
Displayed in your life—on your face
To love Him is your true desire
To serve and give others His grace
If yet you’re not touched by the Gospel
Still sinful, still burdened, still lost
Surrender alone is the channel
And all of your self is the cost
That brings to your life this rich blessing
Of being a soul truly changed
To lead you from seeking to finding
The destiny He has arranged
Kneel down, fix your eyes, and accept Him!
He’s worth all we ever could give
When truly you’re touched, and you know Him
In radiant light shall you live
Love a God-fearing woman...
for her prayers are stronger than promises,
and her silence heals louder than storms.
She will not tear your name in anger,
but whisper it to Heaven when you fall.
Her faith—
it builds you like dawn builds light,
softly,
steadily,
until even your shadows bow to her warmth.
She will lift your spirit from the ashes,
speak courage into your trembling bones,
and smile...oh that smile...
like sunlight breaking through the grief of years.
Where others bring fire, she brings calm;
where others demand, she forgives;
and where your soul once trembled in chaos,
she brings peace...
gentle...holy,
like rain after a drought.
So love her—
not because she is flawless,
but because her heart beats in rhythm with grace.
Love her,
and you will know what it means
to rest...
finally...
in the arms of something sacred.
REAPED AND GARNERED
Reaped democracy;
Cultivated sown justice:
Garnered equity:-
It’s the same old story
Written on a prayer
The wind and the rain know her
Wistful & unburdened by, Yesterday’s song…
Still the pain… oh, but the pain
Its all such a shame… But, I know One who will reign
I sought the throne of honor high,
Where crowns and praises touch the sky.
I dreamed of titles carved in gold,
Of power, fame, and hands to hold.
But when I reached the mountain’s crest,
And stood where pride had claimed its best,
I saw a King—so pure, so meek—
Whose glory shone upon the weak.
His throne was not of earthly might,
But mercy’s flame and heaven’s light.
And there I learned, with trembling heart,
Where true exalted souls depart.
For higher than all thrones of men,
Is kneeling down before Him then.
The greatest crown one soul can meet—
Is dust and tears at Jesus’ feet.
The highest rank, the grandest call,
Is losing self to give Him all.
For glory blooms where pride retreats—
The highest place… is at His feet.
© 2025 Dennis Macusi. All rights reserved.
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?Do you ever pause to appreciate the little things God does in your life?
Like a cool, soft breeze on a hot sunny day, soothing your body and feeling just right?
Do you see the beauty that is all around you?
The contours of the mountains or the shapes of clouds, knowing that God made them too?
?Or that feeling of peace that washes over your body and soul,
Knowing that every single thing is part of God's whole?
Do you ever reflect on the love that He gloriously sends,
That amazing gift called Grace, whose wonder never ends?
?Do you appreciate a person He brings near,
Whose spirit is mild and whose voice is like music to your ear?
A presence that makes your spirit smile,
Making every day with them worthwhile?
?And when you pray in that quiet place, do you ever confess?
That in His vast creation, you feel redeemed and truly blessed?
Forget and forgive
One another, treat godly
Heaven is for you.
In the silence, my heart breathes light
Unassuming, all fears aside,
Hesitant and alive, knowing all is right
My heart breathes and I decide…
Yesterday is gone, and I’m moving on
In the silence, my heart breathes light
Some might think I’m merely withdrawn,
But I know the secret of love so right
In the silence, my heart breathes light
And I discover the song of my soul
Beyond the words, the stories, all is right
It is God’s love who will make me whole
Yesterday is gone, and I’m moving on
In the silence, my heart breathes light
While I don’t have the words, I see the dawn
Who knows the joy of God’s love, so very right
It is God who reveals the story who will heal
The silence, though so still, is His will
And I feel, beyond the worst – a heart so still
A heart who loves and believes, He will fulfill
In the silence, my heart breathes light
Beyond the story, this song is so right
Because I love Him and know His insight
Will show the whole world, He will invite…
The heart to believe, to always love
With a joy and hope – faith from above
In the silence, my heart breathes light
Beyond this story, this love feels so right!
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