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Rivers of thoughts flow through my mind, like dreams lost in the endless ocean of memories,
Spreading night over my heart, searching for answers among falling stars,
Departed from a "home" I have called so my entire life, I travel through the vast realms of existence,
To create a home I have always yearned for, I must leave what I thought was "home."
The past follows me like a nocturnal shadow, its dark whispers luring me into the labyrinth of confusions,
But my searching steps lead me beyond the boundaries of family and habit,
Toward unknown lands, where each fallen leaf carries the promise of a new beginning.
My searches stretch into the horizon, where the twilight colors melt into the dawn.
To find the things that belong to me, I have to discover them, to lay them brick by brick,
From fragments of shattered dreams and fragile hopes, I reconstruct my identity,
Each step carries me towards another universe, another forgotten corner of the self,
Between the desire to be myself and the need to rebuild, a new spring is reborn with each sunrise.
Under the vast sky, full of lost constellations, my scattered fragments,
Recompose themselves, forming a map of my searches – a new home emerging upon the very sky,
For me, this home is a sanctuary of dreams, a refuge built from desires molded from the ashes of the past.
If I don't do it for myself, who will create this magical universe?
From each fall, I rise again like a Phoenix reborn from its own ashes,
My arms stretch towards the stars, assembling lost fragments of dreams,
With each note of melancholy and euphoria, I weave an eternal song of rediscovery and reconstruction,
In a dance of shadow and light, I shape myself, reconfiguring my being.
A home I have always longed for, a treasure lost in the labyrinth of destiny,
A home that calls my name in the stillness of the night, beckoning me to build it out of myself,
I embrace chaos, rivers of thoughts and dreams, for in them I find my source of creation,
And thus, in melancholic magic, I follow my path, transforming shadows into light,
In an eternally desired home, where the horizon of my heart travels towards infinity.
I have been searching all my life for heaven in paradise but I just could not find it until my innate spirit reveals it. I searched from country to country over hills and valleys, mountain and plains; I walked until my feet were inflamed. But I could not find what my spirit reveals and what my heart feels.
I was carrying something with me, that was stronger than the energy that radiate in the sun and I had to find it before the day was done. It wasn’t within my reach, or I would have touched it, it wasn’t on the tree or my eyes would have behold it, but it was wrapped around my soul and destiny could not untangle it.You have to find a special code and make a hole in the mountain so that everyone can see what is waiting for thee.
Morning of the sun come and join me, if you have some time to spare, the army is going to march along the square. I have waited for this day to come, when I can go somewhere with someone special like you. I can feel your heart searching for me and when we find each other, we shall be free. I see you everyday but on weekend you go away and I cannot tell where you go and my soul keep searching for something I don’t know, it keep searching for something that I cannot see and this burden won’t go away from me so please make haste to come and rescue me.
Who can tell what is at the end of the road, who can tell
When the sun will come out and when the wretched courage of faith confronts you face to face on your first date, take a good look towards the hill and command your spirit to be still. I believe that the search will not be long, because my heart has indicted a wonderful song and when the time is right I will have right you by my side.
I knew there was something out there for me but I couldn’t tell if it was lodging at the bottom of sea and so I search for a diver to find it for me, and when I cast my lot, I almost fell off the rock, but the pebble fell into the ocean bed at the very spot where they wed and all of the sudden the cranes gather around to salute the crown. Height and might cannot break your will but courage and faith will break through the Iron Gate.
Google the world till you find me,
Draw closer; grip my heart and never let go,
Numerous moons have passed; countless suns have shone,
Yet my dream is curtailed,
I have unturned the blue; unzipped the stars looking for you,
Dug graves to uncover you; Uprooted trees to find clues,
Separated warm and cold air; to find the one I bleed; the one I breathe; the one I grief, the one I belief; the one I love,
I have befriended libraries to find your name; my love,
Given tokens to know the prophesy of your coming; my love,
A search that’s never ending until I find you; my future love,
I have roamed all over hell; to save your soul; my love,
Moved every corner of the earth; for the amender of my breath,
Tried bribing the archangel in heaven,
To certify to my heart that you are save and well; my love,
Just run a marathon in Daegu; for you who clutched my heart,
I can ran without shoes; but never without my strength,
Love I’ll die for you; as tomorrow means nothing without you,
Where are you at? Come swiftly seize my pressurized heart?
I know you can sense the soreness in my indoors,
Come cement my missing bits as you alone know how; my love,
Come devour me with glee; a beam that can never be expunged,
You know I need you; and that very true; my life; my love,
How can ‘I’ the Ferrari win a race without its tyres (you)?
I preserved every cell for you; ignored all love for you,
Don’t let me sting no more; I gave up everything for you,
When I confided in this love of ours; many pasted me a coward,
But my thoughts of you assisted me keep my sanity and purity,
My fluency with love rules made me patient,
Enough to wait for you the trance bloke of my centre; my love,
A love of tomorrow I preserve today and forever,
Soon my heart will dance and shout your name ‘ohh my love’
I treasure you my love; my tomorrow; my dream; my desire; my all; the one I have been waiting for all my life,
I sit here desperately jotting this jingle to you my love,
On tenterhooks it reaches you and remits you to me presently; my love.
Our attendance is a mere formality, a routine unconnected to the hearts
We sing, but not to the True God,
We pray with wondering Hearts
Even Prayers are dead, it is a mere routine of minutes
The fervency is gone, we know it from our hearts
We are just socializing
The men are now old who tore our hearts in years gone by
They are tired by age or backslidden,
We only remember their gone by exploits
And the new ones are distracted by social media and the world
In our Dead Church
There are no secret prayers,
No heart-searching sermons,
The choristers are desperately seeking applauds
They import songs from the other side
and characteristics of the unregenerate
Our dead church
Now have special seats in front differentiating men from men
We are no longer brethren, Pride ekes outs
We have become Ichabod
We tell stories of yesteryears and hoped the days will come again
In our Dead church, we worship men
Mere mortals, we fight or hate those who oppose them
They like it so, unlike Jesus who recognized the spirit
In our dead Church, things have become mechanical
Messages are no longer divine, they are from the internet
Our love is conditional
Our hypocrisy is loud
Our head is full, our hearts are empty
We are Christians in church but sinners at home
Don’t judge me is our lyrics in defence
In our Dead church, we have sent The Master out
We have become masters as we swindle the people through tithes and offering
Our old clergyman still keeps his office
Even when he ought to be silent so we can repent
In our dead church
The new Pastor never witnessed revival; he knows nothing about it
Our hearts are dead, our soul is panting and yearning for the church of Acts
Where Jesus was enthroned above man and mundane things of earth
We are back to Rome
Where are the Luther?
Where are the Zwingli?
Who will bring Jesus to His throne (our hearts)
February 23 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Numbers 28-30
Key Verse – Numbers 28:8 And the other lamb shalt thou offer at even: as the meat offering of the morning, and as the drink offering thereof, thou shalt offer it, a sacrifice made by fire, of a sweet savour unto the LORD.
FAITH IN GOD WHO WANTS US
TO OFFER A SWEET SAVOUR UNTO HIM
God wants us to offer unto Him with joyfulness
Truly sacrificing along our gratefulness
By His holiness that enables our righteousness
As our faith seeks His approval of graciousness.
God wants us to offer unto Him humbly
Truly feasting together with brethren in His assembly
By His invitation that welcomes us openly
As our faith observes His standards steadfastly.
God wants us to offer unto Him according to His instruction
Truly following His direction
By His statutes that check our motivation
As our faith strives to increase with divine action.
God wants us to offer unto Him for His glory
Truly giving our all without worry
By His provision that enriches our heavenly treasury
As our faith continues to bear fruits in sharing Gospel story.
God wants us to offer unto Him through His teaching
Truly ministering well along His truth’s preaching
By His power that results to conviction midst heart-searching
As our faith submits to His mentoring and coaching.
God wants us to offer unto Him with sincere delight
Truly obeying His commands, always good and right
By His precept that straightens our spiritual height
As our faith ascends for prayerful flight.
God wants us to offer unto Him our works of sweet savour
Truly serving with all our best along diligent labour
By His strength that fires our zeal and fervour
As our faith keeps on winning while we reach-out to our neighbour.
February 23, 2025
My Dearest,
I think of you by day…dream of you by night
Your ever enchanting embrace has grief stricken a once cold heart
The beckoning of your lips has erupted a resting volcano, imploding as if embers of a fire were lit
For you called to me, my dearest
For you touched the innermost deepest part of my soul, releasing me from my agony
Calling to me, whispering the never ending sound of a thousand waves cascading all around me
Your touch, a soft delicate graze resting upon my cheek
Your eyes, a symphony of light and hope
The pureness of your soul has enchanted mine, a symphony of melodies floating like sprinkles in the mist
Lonely, I was…A restless heart searching for the place to call home
Home….Home I have found in you my love
To rest my heart, my soul…to rest upon love’s warmest hour
Blossoming as if touched by the sun itself our love evolves, ever changing, ever turning
For every rose must brave the bitterness of the cold winter’s chill to meet with the warmth of the sun’s rays once again.
So too must our love…
Forever can never last long enough, an eternity feels as a moment
Forever enthralled, captured in the sweetest moments of the echoing beats of my own heart for you
Years may pass…bringing forth changes
Yet our love has surpassed every season…every coldest night…every tear shed
True love cannot die… cannot be broken…cannot be undone
It lives on, within… through the darkest nights
My love for you my dearest is the iridescent glow of the moon, when your heart feels the most pain
It is the voice whispering I love you, when moments are unbearable
I shall always love you…until the beating of my heart shatters like a broken mirror
Until time ceases to stop….ending the ticking…the drumming of an old clock
My love exists for you and you alone
Forever and always my love…
I will love you…
Form:
Tomorrow May Change Things
Beginning life filled with feelings of uncertainty and insecurity
Trusting no one yet opening my heart, searching for a connection and comfort that would settle my heart
Stifled by controlling hearts yet feeling the need to belong
Quickly learning that…
Tomorrow may change things
Living a dream being blessed with children
Purposely giving of myself while filling my heart with joy
Finally feeling that unconditional love
Now someone needs me
Welcoming the challenges of each day understanding that..,
Tomorrow may change things
Working a career that warms the heart
Encouraging them to reach for the stars as their young minds are positively motivated
Showing them the world is an intriguing place hoping they will become life long learners
And role models in their ever changing world
Knowing in my heart that…
Tomorrow may change things.
Retiring from the career i loved
Having been shaken, deceived, and destroyed by an invisible disease causing me t redefine myself
Wondering how i’ve changed and who i’ve become since they say I can no longer do
Feeling unimportant and imposing as self-worth disappears
Yet I do know that….
Tomorrow may change things.
Remembering the power of love and prayer
To the one that makes my heart stronger
Guided by an all knowing hand that encourages, inspires, and empowers because…
Tomorrow may change things.
So I write...
Even in this world despite my meaningless less expressive self...
I write.
Declined in hysterical, faultlessness...
I write to refill plentiful emptiness's.
Now what successes
will my manuscripted- selfless-self achieve?
Pages written solemnly based on critical theologies,
the "I gotta have it technologies",
burnt bridges I crossed, and Jesus crucified;
that which I truly believe.
Particularly like birds sing happily-freely,
yet underachieved.
Yet pronouncing” I am stretching wings".
As a confident wind blows It's own flow
throughout bureaus of grasses.
Alike, Mrs. Mother Earth allowing her seasons be passive.
I write,
Being intrigued by what might,
happen.
As an eye, leading the soul,
a heart searching, buryied abuses,
grasping.
Across a script denoted by way,
of a poets pen tip.
Perhaps this frivolous script,
possess seeded enunciation's
congested with spiritual worth
So words read here;
be basis for a total rebirth.
...so I'll write.
Form:
So I write...
So I write...
even in this world despite my meaningless less expressive self...I write.
Declined in hysterical, faultlessness...I write
to fulfill plentiful emptiness's.
What successes will my manuscripted-selfless-self achieve?
My pages written solemnly based on critical theologies,
these
I gotta have it technologies, burnt bridges crossed, or
The Lord Jesus crucified;
that which I truly believe.
I write...
particularly, like birds sing happily - freely, underachieved
Yet pronouncing” I'm flexing my wings".
As a confident wind blows
it's own flow throughout bureaus of grasses.
Alike Mrs. Mother Earth allowing her seasons be passive.
I write...
For being intrigued by what might,
happen,
as an eye, leads the soul, or a heart searching,
abuses be buried though grasping.
Across any script denoted by way,
of my poetic pen tip.
I write...
Perhaps, one of many frivolous scripts,
possess seeded enunciation's
of spiritual worth
as words read would be basis
for a total rebirth,
...so I'll write.
I have more to contribute.
Written July 22nd, 2006
Heart searching eyes,
Responding to personalize,
Feelings interwoven,
Ties that can't be broken,
The soul yearns to free this heart,
It is part of who you are,
Say nothing if you must deny,
It is better than telling yourself lies,
Who you are,,,,no better than the other,
Just a name doesn't bring us together,
The shallow may label on this earth,
But the heart is always eventually unearthed,
What was that? You say you can't have both,
Has the fear stricken, and judgemental scare you the most?,
To deny the name you were given at birth?
Do you honestly believe that depletes your worth?,
My dear friend, don't deny this part,
It is a piece of who you are,,,,,
Will the shallow come looking once you've given it away?
Yes, but fear plays no part, you must see past that game,
Your love is stronger for yourself and others,
Why do think God has allowed us to meet one another....