☁️

Sincerity is subjective.

🌿

Despise not the five loaves and two fishes.

🌹

If it’s something precious
Let it reign within and
Let not their voices be like waves that causes doubt

🔎

Even so small a gravel when held close to your eye, can cause you to lose sight of the vastness of the world it can originally bring.

Pull out from the frame, blink again.

🚦

Face forward 

•

Helium became the wings of a balloon and takes it to the skies

Wind blows and brushes the dandelion’s pappus off its home 

•

Let go. Catch not what cannot be caught. The sail will find its new anchor.

🎵

It was a warm afternoon
I was aching .. and sweaty
There was music in the background
He held me and we danced

🌦

Darkness overtook the night 
But the sun will shine tomorrow

☘️

And the winds of joy will blow the dark clouds away

🐾

The ball of black fur as my silent companion

Replenishing me with warmth where the youth has stripped me of

Growth is not merely a gradual increase in number on an identity card fulfilled by candle blowing occasions 

It’s consciously choosing the fullstop over pages of the aches

☘️

Words have become plain

The once enigmatic grace had too, been conquered by footsteps of reality 
No spoils to glean from nor beauty in the ruins
My song, where have you dissipated to? 


Sit me down and paint me a night sky 

Show your magnificence, splash the glitters
Bloom again 

🍯

I have nothing, therefore I have everything

🌈

Hum a tune, find a brush

Paint a rainbow in the midst of rain 

👤

remind us 
to say goodbye
to those times where our faces shine
at the reflection of a mirror
but dimmed 
at the sight of
checkered boxes

💔

She swings like a pendulum

She stands like a bean sprout 

Her mind flies like a dandelion does

Gone with the wind 

Jubilee

Plague by the old, the persistent and the unforgiving gravel
Heartened by the Spirit, the Love, the washing of the Word
2017, free favours pour

Take not the bait

Imaginations are not a reality

In my valleys low, you are there

John 15:5
⁵“I am the vine, you are the branches."

Lord I take Your healing sap ❤️

🌻

Love never ceases to try

Matter of choice

Who am I, that I should be the bearer of someone else's tears?

Where in such rare occasions, a shadow absorbed more darkness than light casted in its dwelling; where compared to burns at the face of heat, scars were etched on ground.

💔

A glass carrying a full brim of sweetness and warmth had to break at my first sip.

Three days of eyebags filled with dejection and self-induced stress tide over had to welcome back an unappreciated fourth of its kind.

Afraid of what the dawn brings, 
A joy stolen by the midnight thief,
I found my dried tears replenishing its flow in the middle of the night.