Beneath Joy And Bewilderment

One fine day, but a day loaded with confusion,
I flexed my mind off the jaded persecution.
Brought forth by a doubtful heart.

Nonetheless, with a batting eyelashes,
I stood and gazed ‘round laughing faces.
Brought forth by joyful hearts.

I sense a tug o’ war between the two,
but do I let this wind up with a truce?
Brought forth by peaceable heart.

Alas, I went home both beaming and flabbergasted,
happy or dazed, it’s how your everyday is feted,
as this, brought forth by a normal human heart.

Half Of The Day

As I rose at wee hours I clicked on the tube,
First thing to devour His Words to consume.
Genuflected and prayed, Him gratified,
Saintly manner was hence, personified.


Don't be misled as I go on and continue,
My faith was tested as the morning grew
A beloved detested, didn't know what to do,
Overshadowed with pride as it succumbed me too.


I called upon God, my Savior and Deliverer,
Hear me, O hear me, I begged in despair
Lift up this spirit of pride, I plea,
'Fore it drowns the seed You implanted in me.

As I Lay Fast Asleep...

Lord, as I lay down to sleep,
Protect thy servant from all cliffs
That I encounter sometime in my dreams.
Instead give me gushing water like that in a stream,
And an adorned cloud like pillow to go with my satin,
So I could lay my long hair swayed by a soft whimsical wind,
Surrounded by praises for YOU as Seraphim make that lovely tune.
In the highest praise and worship, I will sing with them too,
As I sleep and in my dreams my groom waits my I do,
He is, The Lord Jesus Christ sitting in His throne.
Best way to sleep is dreaming of my home,
Where Jesus lives forever more.

Waiting In Vain

I wait in anticipation as minutes go by,

Leaning on to God’s promise of His plan, divine;

Could my future be with you, O written faith?

Or should I just let God’s best plans laid? 

None of my present deed matter,

Because in my heart and mind writing is all that flutter,

Front and back and wherever I look,

Poetry and writing have kept my mind booked.

Dreaming that one day and I savor that day,

When I glorify God through this gift he gave.

Fret not O soul full of dismay,

True is Jesus' heart with a promise of faith,

Faith to use in moments of uneasiness and daze.

Beacon Of Hope

Word spreads like wildfire,
that stretches faster than it becomes.
And every spirit in this structure dwells
within impenetrable fissures, of
strong wind that aggravates the flames, of
anxiety that comes and goes around; every
breath dictates a moment of severe pulsation,
swallowing the spirit whole.

Where do we go from here?
Where do we land in a flaming rocky road?
The bottomless pit that is, was a home,
to hopefuls and now a pitfall to all,

No hope of ascending!
Echoes the walls; echoes every brick,
but one ray of light becomes the beacon of hope,
illuminating the hole,
Lo! The giver of life has spoken from His throne,
blowing the flames off with His life giving breath.
Calm now restless souls, for
the quilt of Jesus’ love is spread on us,
Be consoled in His best plan, as
to be consoled is to be welcomed,
in His supernatural home.