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In the end, people appreciate honest criticism far more than flattery.

Proverbs 28:23

Elohim

There’s a beautiful God.

His evidence overflows.

His Divine work triggers even the lightest fibre of our human sense to adoration.

His awareness is felt in the minds of those who seek Him.

His presence in the heart of those who He Loves and Love Him.

I believe in you, sovereign Lord.
You have opened my eyes to a world beyond sight.

You have shown me The intended path of Life.

I will follow your ways
For your ways lead to Life.

I believe in you, Holy ONE.

The one who makes meaning possible,
The one who makes wisdom and innovation a reality.

You’re;

The ultimate answer,
The ultimate reality
The absolute in truth, in life and in love.

You are a Personal God.
You’re immensely available to anyone who seeks to know you.

There’s none like You.

Through It.

From whom the springs of Life spout from,
I will quench the thirst of my soul.

To Whom time is but a speck in eternity,
I will trust.

Though the storm Rage before my eyes,
You are with me.

Besides,
You see the one that overwhelms me from within.

For even Peter Had to Learn on the Waves,
That You’re still compassionate

Even when we doubt.

Because,

You’re Faithful in the storm as You’re in the Calm.

Look out and see!
He’s standing out in the raging sea

Holding His Hands out,

Calling us out of the boat,
because He transcends Fear.

Calling you to face it,

To walk through it

Because He’s got you,

He’s Always had.

“Trust in Me” despite everything,

is a Promise to many.
And He Has never come short of any.

For He does not conquer, in spite of :

our fear,
or our doubts,
or failure, or pain, or guilt.

No!
No, my friend
He Conquers THROUGH IT.

Through it,- not around it.

And there’s a deeply Good reason for that.

The perspective of Wonder.

What is wonder?

What makes anything appealing?

 

Is there any way to ponder

And get to a space of revealing

 

By sight, I can find immenseness,

By touch, profound connection.

And in ideas,

I get lost in great imagination,

of realities and possibilities.

 

So,

what makes anything appealing?

What is it that tricks off in us?

What arouses these buzz?

 

That is the puzzle, you see.

Phenomenons are just but little triggers,

They point to something.

They speak, but their questions get deeper.

And often, we are left to wonder about the things we wonder about.

 

Nature Is my wonder,

I find women a beautiful mystery,

But the heart of kids gets me lost.

 

I never thought flowers can trigger,

Or the sight of mountain ranges in my backyard.

 

No one ever thinks they will look at the moon differently,

Until one day, they do.

Ever wondered why?

 

Ever wondered why

Kindness draws people in,

Or why

A careless mouth chases people off?

 

What are these virtues pointing to?

A good soul?

Maybe.

So, Why is that so admirable?

Security.

And why is that so important?

Because man is lonely.

Until there is affection.

 

You may wonder, my fair one

And why is love so important?

Well, that’s where the web begins,

Doesn’t it?

The Lesson Beneath.

The nights talk, and they speak volumes.
The darkest hour is a teacher,
And his classes unconventional.

His tone is patronizing,
And mostly with a golden lesson underneath it

He is here to make you listen, my friend.
Here to show you the consequences of your actions, and the End.

Because, in your darkest hour.
His classes are best.

Especially when you are beat,
Because,
when it’s all good you can’t see a bit,
Even a possible heart break, ‘Cos you’re just busy skipping beats,

But trust me , you’ll learn.
And before the class is over
He will hand you over to Dawn.

Yes Dawn,
Dawn is a philosopher.
He teaches about light while in the dark,
He sees what lurks beyond your darkest hours,
He knows about the sun.
And he makes you want to cross over,

“The sunrise has lungs,” he says.
‘There’s green and life on the other side,” he promises.

The night is ending and you’ll find happiness once again,
The night is ending, you won’t stay broken and miserable,
This long night is in it’s last hour.

Just,
Hold your breath for a little longer,
Hold it just a little bit more….

Watch the East, and wait for the Rays,
The green and life is approaching,
The sun is coming right up.

To bring forth your shine,
To bring back your smile,

Even when you see it covered in a cloud,
Stand your ground and just watch the sky unravel.

“You’re radiant, And adhesive
You’ll attract what’s good

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– This has been in the archives. You’ve probably read parts of the quotes extracted from This poem.

If you haven’t thanks for reading 😊

THE MISSING PIECE

Some days you’re at war with your shortcomings

And somedays you’re free because of them.

 

Sometimes it feels like you’re headed in no direction,

And sometimes it just feels good there isn’t one.

 

Life can lead us to desperate places,

We can lose ourselves,

We can feel alone sometimes

We can often fall into pits of depression

But there is nothing reassuring to a soul,

Than people who hold out hands instead of pointing fingers,

People who are ready to hug things out.

We are more alive when we care and are cared for.

 

There is no greater lesson to be human

Than the up and downs

Nothing makes us more human than

The pain and joys of this life.

 

 The wars I fight now,

I will find growth in the next phase.

 

 Some flaws we don’t choose,

Some of them will never go away,

They are never meant to.

They are meant to make us feel.

Feel human, feel loss

Fill the void.

 

Fill the void we have;

With people,

With things,

And ultimately with God.

 

Everyone is dependent.

On something or someone.

We will always be.

 It is, in fact, the whole essence of humanity

to find some “missing piece.”

We lack wholeness in self.

 

The missing piece is in all of us

It’s as vast as the ocean,

And it is why, no matter what

No one is an island.

No one will ever be.

 

WE NEED EACH OTHER.

We always will.

IF THINGS WERE REVERSED.

Potential beings, aren’t we all blessed.

For the choice is ours, nothing’s fenced.

You have everything to be human, not a single soul is benched.

Kindness or cruelty, it all depends.

 What we choose to be, is up to us, in my defense.

 

From the shelves of humanity, you have to pick

For the actions you put out in the world, grow up quick.

Just in case you forget, I’ll remind us real quick

it’s a circular world, it’s all bound to catch up

You get what you give, everything goes full circle.

 

What’s this about?

This is the second poem in this new theme I’m doing, dubbed: “Human by birth, Humane by choice.” the first poem was based on the notion that despite our mistakes we ought to try.  here is where it begins

This poem is on: there are consequences, for the choices we make.

I initially wanted to do just one poem in my draft but a few more angles came on and I decided I could extend a little bit. if you get more perspectives on this, do a poem and tag me, I would most like to read your mind.

Thank you, guys.