I Am That I Am
The architecture of the flesh
may fail,
The skin unstitched, a frayed
and fragile veil,
Where silver staples close the
crimson seam,
And hold the borders of a
fractured dream.
We sit within the sterile, quiet
room,
Where shadows stretch and
heavy doubts loom,
Measuring life in sips of clear-lit
glass,
Waiting for the wilderness to
pass.
Yet in this crucible of ache and
bone,
A sovereign sanctuary is made
known.
I am the anchor in the shifting
deep,
The vigil kept while weary
angels sleep.
I am the breath that steadies
through the dark,
The sudden, iridescent, blinding
spark,
That turns a ruin to a holy space,
And paints a window on a
broken face.
No longer tethered to the grief
we hold,
Nor to the phantom weight of
old despair,
I am the vastness where the
storm dissolves,
The axis where the wheeling
world revolves.
Unmade by time, untouched by
mortal scar,
I am the light, the lantern, and
the star-
The timeless current flowing
deep within,
Where endings fade, and all true
things begin.
Birthstones and horoscopes over a chi-square
Months with periscopes everywhere
Moon and Sun in shaded segments
Boon and pun in braided alignments
Spells and pleas yowling in the wilderness
Wells or seas swigging in emptiness
Thoughts wandering around
Droughts and dryness seething in a playground
Warmth or heat you nestled from scorching daylight
Cold air or dew drop sighed by moonlight
Wall clock that restricts your borrowed time
Or unseen counter that predicts your stolen dime
Each day that passes by
All day you ask without a bye
Each night that crawls in the dark
All your might you grope behind a scalded bark
Shadows that follow you
Wedge pillows you never had that haunt you
Tales in dreams that smother you
Puzzles in reams that harrow you...
Why bother when there's none to fear?
Fear only God who's able to hear
Your qualms will never leave you
Only until you believe they're never yours that weave you!
Time heals love's wound,
Truth seals it round.
If balm of time heals, oft hurts just enough,
Heart heals because it exerts just enough.
Unfortunate for all destinations,
Journeys do end, linger thirsts just enough.
Many a love may die before its time,
Perhaps the love bird flirts not just enough.
If a marriage gets short of breath midway,
It seeks short cuts, skirts the right long enough.
Such a one flounders in march on the way,
For, pitfalls it averts not just enough.
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Ghazal |14.07.2025| time, love, marriage, journey
A dagger’s kiss is cold and clean, But betrayal carves where none have seen.
It does not bleed, it does not scream, Yet haunts the soul in every dream.
A wound that festers, black and deep, A secret ache the heart must keep.
The hands once warm now twist the knife, A silent end to faith and life.
The tongue that swore in silver tones, Now drips with venom, sharp as bones.
A promise shattered, glass in veins, A love undone by whispered chains.
The eyes that swore they’d never stray, Now watch as hope is stripped away.
A wound unseen, yet felt so raw, A phantom claw that grips the jaw.
For daggers rust and wounds may close, But betrayal lingers, no one knows.
It wears no face, it speaks no name, Yet burns the soul in silent flame.
To forgive
is not to forget;
Christ said
to the father:
Forgive them
for they know not
what they do.
Hurt is a crucifixion
but forgiveness
is a blessing:
Be at peace
and live in love
of our Father’s prayer:
Forgive me Father,
as I forgive my transgressors.
Be not deceived by hate
producing more of itself
be of love’s forgiving grace.
You cannot love the God
you’ve never seen, and yet hate
those who daily fill your eyes’ heart:-
They say time heals all, the wounds are too deep.
They say time heals all, just trying to sleep.
They say time heals all, you or me.
They say time heals all, we will see.
They say time heals all, set me free.
They say time heals all, waiting for time to heal me.
Each and every day, I see her,
my Wife.
She looks out at me,
her image captured,
confined to the boundaries
of a golden frame.
A snap shot in time,
when life, us together,
held such promise, happiness, fulfillment.
The tragedy of her death
and the resulting devastation
exacted upon me,
crushing grief, sorrow and sadness,
shall and does lessen,
with times long passage.
Though a broken heart,
never quite heals.
You may lose faith
Never lose time
Time is a cure.
You may lose faith
In yourself
However, never lose faith
In time
Many things fade
As time goes by
Time is the cure
That heal scars
Which is why
You must not give up.
Sitting in front of the fire place with similar souls
Logs burning,
Fire crackling,
Heat radiating,
As we enjoy some much needed chill and laughter
Marshmallows roast as preparation for the smores treat
We all exchanged short stories, creative ideas, and humorous jokes
Clinked glasses while the laughter metamorphose choking
All's wells that starts well...
Nature heals, I say
The air that I breathe freshen
Walk into the woods.
Beneath the fury of sun
Wades a wobbly nun
Stomping on thorns
Her soul burnt and torn
Scars on her skin
Carried wounds engraved
Trust, her sin
So were snakes she once craved
She sucked and spitted
Bouts of venom from her blood
Tainted by flood
Of emotions she once knitted
Silence crept loud
In the woods still stern
Moon upturns
Summoning weeping clouds
Tears unfolden
The woven maze
Outside the haze,
Lies a fern pretty golden
Threads, now vines
Adored her bruises
Illusion's penchant to divine's
Were flood sailed cruises
Time passed by,
Venom decays
Has been watching the sky
The fern now sways
April 27 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on 2Kings 20-22
Key Verse – 2Kings 20:8 And Hezekiah said unto Isaiah, What shall be the sign that the LORD will heal me, and that I shall go up into the house of the LORD the third day?
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO HEALS US
Praise be to God for healing us with His:
Deliverance from sin’s ailment
Defense above selfishness-affliction
Dominion over stubbornness’ arrogance
Decontamination against shame-abomination
Direction toward salvation-assurance and sanctification-affirmation
2Kings 21:22 Praise be to the Lord Who warns us not to
forsake Him; thus, we should walk in His way that:
Produces fruitfulness with His blessings
Powers faithfulness by His beckoning brightness
Prevents futility in His blossoming
Props faith upon His Book
Protects fervour through His bravery
2Kings 22:19 Praise be to the Saviour for
teaching us to humble before Him in:
Trusting His great reign
Triumphing in His gracious revival
Testifying about His good report
Telling His glad restoration
Toiling for His grand reward. Amen!
April 27, 2024
Those who were blind, deaf, dumb, and held by the evil powers
Like chicks from the eagle-hold or deer from the tiger-hold
They felt freedom dawning and mercies flowing like showers.
Forgetting all their fears, they were turning lion-like. Bold!
Wasn't their psyche weighing them down more than their physique?
Burdens of rituals of ages pressed them like heavy rocks.
Jailed within cave-like compartmentalized cells, they were sick.
A touch by the fringe of his cloak erased all inner blocks.
He took on our infirmities and carried our sorrows.
The prophecies about him were fulfilled gradually.
In a world where miracles were performed for self-hallows
Benediction of beings led him perpetually
The love of Abba flowed from him like perpetual streams.
Each step led him towards the fulfillment of Abba's dreams.
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