Sit, process.
Place your hand on your chin,  
let the weight of thought settle.  
Digest.  
Sketch the craft  
your heart desires.  

Now I see why  
it is engraved—  
Know yourself.
Shape yourself.  
Only then should love find you,  
not to complete you,  
but to complement the wholeness  
you’ve become.  

I look at him,  
then back at myself—  
we are two worlds apart.  
The small connections between us  
try to whisper,  
but my identity shouts back.  

I mistook admiration for love.  
I mistook yearning for destiny.  
I wanted to be seen,  
so I let myself drown  
in a love that wasn’t real.  

But now, I must sift myself,  
slowly, painfully, deliberately—  
pulling away in fragments,  
escaping his grip,  
even as guilt grips me back.  

I fear breaking him,  
but I am breaking myself.  
And so, I ask—  
Lord, permit me to mold  
what remains of me.

‎
‎Tiny as a mustard seed,
‎Faith bursts forth, uncontainable,
‎Shaking earth, moving mountains,
‎Unyielding, unstoppable.
‎
‎The Unshakable Word, divine,
‎Spoke life to our deepest design,
‎A promise kept, a bond sealed,
‎Forever changing, forever revealed.
‎
‎In the believer's trembling hand,
‎This seed of faith takes root, expands,
‎Unfailing, unbeatable might,
‎Conquering darkness, shining light.
‎
‎Unshaken, unwavering, free,
‎Faith stands, a fortress, in thee,
‎A force that earthquakes cannot shake,
‎A love that mountains cannot partake.
‎
‎

Oh,
I need more than life can give,
My soul aches, longing for Jesus to truly live.
I feel empty,
I feel...
Words fail me.

I need help, but I have
No words that suffice.
I cry out—help me, Lord!

Help me, Jesus.
Help me, Holy Spirit.

Earth was spoken into existence,  
Worlds unfolded at the Maker's call.  
Creatures rose in vibrant persistence,  
As life surrendered, embracing it all.  

But we, the crown of creation’s art,  
Were shaped by hands, not words alone.  
Imprinted with the Maker’s heart,  
Breathed to life from dust.  

This whispers secrets of who we are,  
Crafted with care, uniquely designed.  
A tapestry woven of spirit,soul and body.
Echoing the Maker’s eternal mind.

How fluidly
His nearness moves—
A quiet weight
The soul approves.

How full of breath
The moments stay,
When presence glows
And clears the grey.

The spirit lifts
Beyond the air,
When joy expands
And pulses there.

But I—
I tasted lies like wine,
And veered from light
By slow design.

The path went dim,
My vision blurred—
I slipped beneath
My own lost word.

Yet still You speak
In silent flame,
With steady hands
That know my name.

Thank You, Lord,
For roots that hold—
For love unearned,
And mercies bold.

My flesh seeks to drown me—  
And by me,  
I mean my Spirit.  

Give the flesh a chance,  
And you'll sink into the depths of depression.  
Your spirit begins to fade,  
And when I say fade,  
I mean the whispers of despair  
That tempt you toward the edge.  

Urgh!  
Get over it!  
Life isn’t over.  
Jesus loves you.  

His joy surpasses all understanding.  
Just open your heart  
And receive the fullness of His peace.  

Oh, what an amazing feeling—  
To be lifted by His grace.

All is busy,  
Tangled in their own rush,  
Wrapped in the importance of their world,  
A world that pulls them far from me.

I long to pour out,  
To speak my heart,  
But not in idle chatter,  
Not in words that fall flat.

Yet, they are all choked—  
Choked with the weight of their headaches,  
Their heartaches,  
Lost in their own silent battles.

So here, I remain—  
Turning inward,  
Opening my heart in prayer,  
Or letting my pen bleed truth,  
In the quiet spaces where I am free.

Amusing, isn’t it?
You place your trust in someone  
On nothing but a notion,  
Hoping time will unravel who they are.  

Amusing, isn’t it?
Time spent together,  
A slow unfolding of truth—  
Are you one, or merely apart?  

Arising, entwining,
Each day opens a phase,  
Blooming like cherry blossoms,  
Only to scatter with the wind.  

Amusing, isn’t it?
People come,  
Some choose to stay,  
Others drift away—  
Echoes fading into time.  

What a small universe, indeed.

Abba
"Abba Father", we cry—
Not by right, but by mercy,  
Unworthy, yet chosen,  
Bound by love unbreakable.  

What love is this?  
Fierce, relentless, divine—  
That Heaven would surrender  
Its Son for the lost.  

Jesus!
The Lamb, the Warrior, the King—  
Crushed, yet conquering,  
Pierced, yet prevailing,  
Until the cry of victory thundered:  
"It is finished!"

Now liberated, we rise unshaken,  
Fearless before the accuser,  
Facing darkness with fire in our eyes—  
For we war from a victory won!  
Forever, we stand in His name.

Of what essence
Is existence—
Without Life?

Dry,
Weary,
Fiery—
That is existence
Without Life.

Open the hoozle,
Pour in the junk;
Fill your spirit with
What perishes.
I know how this ends.

What is breathing
Without
The Breath of Life?

Life is not
Coordination—
The mind, the flesh
Pulling strings.

Life is
Dying to self,
And rising
In Him.

Open the Book of Light.
Show me men
Who died in Him,
And I will echo:
“There is no Life
Outside Christ.”

‎Fractured,
‎Yet emerging  insurmountable.
‎A flower bud of a lady I was
‎ Too sensitive for this world's disguise.
‎
‎ The Living Scriptures whisper wisdom:
"Be serpent-wise, yet dove-gentle too"
‎An emotional wreck,
My heart fragile and fluttering.
‎
‎
‎I dragged myself through the mire, Fueled my disaster-
With fear and doubt
My words, a jumbled mess
‎ My confidence a fleeting rout.
‎
‎ But now, without losing my true self
‎I face the world-
‎Not with a mask
‎ But with the skin of a true soldier

‎ The warrior silenced, chained
‎Breaks out of hibernation
‎Wild, unshackled, wholly me
‎Taking my stand - fearless.
‎

I dread another day.
In this moment,
This fragile moment of life,
I dread its relentless continuation.

The day slips in slowly,
Slips in beautifully.
But wait—
What does it hold this time?

My heart fears the marathon,
A marathon of chasing.
You ask,
What am I chasing?
I am as lost as you.

Another day—
A gift many would trade anything for.
So, I rise.
I continue waking up.