Nineteenth December: The Wise and The Foolish
Nineteenth December The Wise and The Foolish "Therefore whosoever heareth these sayings of mine, and doeth them, I will liken him unto a wise man, which built his house upon…
Eighteenth December: Creativity
Eighteenth December Creativity Dear reader, my blessed audience, I don't write about you but for you. My source of inspiration is first God, secondly the works of His hands, and…
Seventeenth December: Relationships
Seventeenth December Relationships Relationships don't have to be so difficult, although emotions make them complicated. The feeling of pride, greed, and lust has ended a lot of, what would have…
Sixteenth December: Warm like the Melody of Feliz Navidad
Sixteenth December Warm like the Melody of Feliz Navidad I would like you to write me, love poem, Love thoughts above the blue skies, a plaid Send songs to me,…
Fifteenth December: Don’t think “Money,” think “Gods Purpose”
Fifteenth December Don't think "Money," think "Gods Purpose" There are days my mind would wonder about a lot of issues, for example, "money" yes I am sure I am not…
Twelfth December: Good Gifts
Twelfth December Good Gifts "If ye then, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your children, how much more shall your Father which is in heaven give good…
Thirteenth December: Hold me this Christmas
Thirteenth December Hold me this Christmas I don't want to be the lonely one, The feeling wouldn't save me, Love to be held, Kiss Me tell me you need me,…
Fourteenth December Literature, Tradition, and Society: A Festschrift on Kyuka Lilymjok
Fourteenth December Literature, Tradition, and Society: A Festschrift on Kyuka Lilymjok I can only but be thankful to God for my research paper, EXPLORING THE TRAUMA OF SOCIAL CRISES IN…
Love is not Silence or Violence
It is still love when it drags you through hospital floors. Sends you looking from dream to dream. Wakes you up sleepless, sick to your bones unrelenting to break every self. You do not know love, no! It is a game we say we play, a song we sing, a feeling we feel, a commitment we make. It is sad, it is painful, it is delightful, it is mysterious, it is when you feel it and when it has made you numb. It is loud, it is silence. It makes you say sweet nothings will make you cry bitter nonsense. Yes, it is still love when you walk away. This thing between man and woman can only be when the creator is the focus. You know love but when tried you will know if it is love. Love for Nation, love for life, love for God hmmm sweet bitter this powerful mystery. Though it is not love when there is violence. It is love though when you decide to walk away. As silence is not submission woman, so is violence not love Man.
WELLS OF ENCOUNTER
WELLS OF ENCOUNTER On this journey Johny walked, From the place of restlessness, He found the well, the…
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