Spiritual

Lost it in Swansea

It was the icy blast that ravaged into the heart the desolate wanderer that suit apart a thin disguise for one of such expression

Forgiveness

There is a story based on forgiveness my father used to tell. The story goes as follows. There was once upon a time a family that used to be very happy. Their happiness would usually be silenced in winter the time when the rats would breed. These rats were a real problem to them. They could not live with them, well some likes to call them mice. Making noise all night long was their favorite games. Scarring the kids at night, they were very good at that. Something just had to be done.

The Love of Jesus

Frankly speaking. Life is not life alone without Jesus. There is no purpose for anyone to live without Jesus Christ. Jesus is there for us. He is always there waiting for us run in to his hands.

True Love

We all know what a plastic is. There are different types of plastics. Some are thick while some are thin. They also do come in different colors and forms. Some are see-through while some are not.
Cherry

We, the Settlers

We, the settlers, trekking behind the covered wagons of time, rattle the hours in pockets of loose moments, that can hold only so much in a day. We want more for next week, next year, always in search

DON'T

Don't make the mistake...

Beyond Beersheba

I think I need a little holiday from poetry . I seem to be turning into a Biblical Exegesis factory!

The Power

"I have to get home. I have to get home..."

the Quest for Rejoice

to mine and far sharper eyes this beautified world wears a veil stitched of pride, or lust or fruit-bearing tradition; her latest dragon has unnatural scales, blows leporous fire, and snorts the very fog of war:

Wilderness

The summer winds breathe through my hair As I stand amid these ancient trees In the magnitude of all this splender I speculate on the bantam grain of sand That is my presence The sunlight overhead is soothing to my senses