My heart has found a refuge in the city of poetry.
It is very interesting how God works: I don’t consider myself as a poet in the word sense.
Early this year, I felt so inspired to write poems and amazingly I wrote my first poem on
January 8, 2014. Colors of poetry is my journey through the art of poetry, revealing the cascading beauty of God and His creation. Every step of the way, we will discover ourselves and who we are in Him.
I must confess without apology
If poetry is an emotional distraction
I have been distracted by its seduction
Warm floating moisture of the bathroom
The leafless lonely tree under the weather
Emanates life and colorful images of wisdom
Arresting my soul; the unforced rhythm of grace
Mesmerizing my emotions through musical landscapes
Diverse cultures and worlds unknown; breathtaking!!
I must confess, you have such a beauty I never saw yesterday
Honestly, I want to hug you and whisper beauty into your ears
Leaving behind a portrait of your authentic self, on thy walls
There is a reason I never gave up. Because love never gave up on me
Metals are pliable under heat. The wildflower leaps in ethereal appeal; aligned with the sun. The soul is agile and majestic when it mingles with love
Men give up on men, but love do not. Love is not a man. man, he only animates love if he’s acquainted with love. Man in itself is a decay. The best of men is death and corruption; without love. He is fragile and most often than not he acts from the impulse of decay, when love is not his orientation
There is a reason love is patient and kind. Absolutely, nothing under Gods skies makes love pull back and sit over the fence. He goes to war with you, even to the depths of hell, holding your soul in comfort, and in hope, until the fire, his restore is set at your feet to run to where your name is engraved
the reason I’ll never give up in life. I know where love dwells, and I know how to stand under it’s crystalline fountain until my heart is one with all it has to offer
Then there are the carriers of love. There are selfless entities whose pleasure are tied up to how many times they let others in, to drink from their golden cups. their ego dust has been buried under the dust. They do not live for themselves, yet do they not deprive themselves of their share. Their life mission is to live for others as conduits of the ocean.