INWARD GUIDE


Hopeful live because

The future is true. Don’t believe in a lie, that only today is yours

Your spirit knows the future,

accurately. Stop guessing and

Follow this inward guide.

You could live in the present basking In the future others dream about.

The beauty of life is being able to enjoy the moment by moment experiences and

Still, be able to hold the horn of the future with certainty.

The future shouldn’t be blurry.

It can only be blurry in your soul’s pilgrimage thoughts. Yes, life will be blurry against your reasoning power because all the answers are not there

Caught in the labyrinth of my imagination, I pause. Oh, pilgrim friend, save me from self

Your spirit has no worries of tomorrow, regardless of the impossibilities life brings

Because this inward guide has travelled into the future that scares our common logic

Follow this inward guide. Illuminate your path with clarity, confidence and courage

Nothing is impossible for the spirit. Dimensions and channels of the future is available. No boundaries, no limits when God leads

I pray thee, O

Inward guide, illuminate my darkness, lead me home.

This ain’t the ordinary kind of life. This is found only in the Eternal life

“I have yet many things to say unto you, but ye cannot bear them now. Howbeit when he, the Spirit of truth, is come, he will guide you into all truth: for he shall not speak of himself; but whatsoever he shall hear, that shall he speak: and he will show you things to come.” (John 16:12-13 KJVAE)

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Harbinger of Light


You made my world

Rich and beautiful.

now I realize until my light becomes a reality in someone’s darkness that light of mine is a clanging cymbal.

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you made my life rich and beautiful, when rich and beautiful was foreign to my teary and broken reality.

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there’s light in a smile. a sunlight in listening with the ears within. a warmth from a bosom of love. a freedom in compassion. a change and tenderness in the eyes that looks with patience, without condemnation.

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you made my life rich and beautiful. now I have become a harbinger of goodness and love within the city of men.

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PHOENIX RISE


Death hurts. Death makes us alive. Sometimes.

Sometimes, living hurt more than death.

Suddenly, deep compassions has arrive like a merchant ship from the East

The day the oceans evaporated into an unknown skies,

we became humans again. We died too, with our souls. The day a bird of prey took away the only child
of the widow from Maki.

Tenderness has arrive; deep inside the souls hardened rooms.

Saints weeping. Sinners mourning. All of us sat on ash heaps. As if we lost our own bosom child.

Love has arrive. Gratitude has arrive.

The soul of this city is alive, weaving new threads

to reconnect ourselves together again.

Now my eyes have seen what it never saw

a day before the oceans emptied itself into deep into shadows of darkness

Who would have thought,

that common enemies would become friends,

lifting each other soul to the embrace of the the smiling sun.

Humility has arrive. Pride is a forgotten allied.

Offenses, the principal of our egotistical set tables are trashed into dustbins.

Forgiveness has arrive, ‘cause our hearts are

pliable, and contrite like liquid love; overwhelmed by

the madness of the oceans disappearing.

How long can we keep this fire burning?

As long as we ponder and reflect on our own fragility and

the uncertainty of life.

As long as we could look deeper within our own souls,

that nothing is here forever, except love.

Sometimes I wonder why one has to die —

Before the world is awakened from her slumber

like Phoenix rising.

But, such is the mystery of life.

I’ll truly miss the day I’ll disappear —

O’ I’ll miss those beautiful songs and chants of those who never

shared their bread in my afflictions. That is another mystery of life—

We shall be loved by those who genuinely loved us,

and those who never did, and even those who prayed for our demise.

at the edge of eternity. Maybe I’ll smile — gripped by

the mere sight of cosmic awakening and

the thick hypocrisy on the faces of those who never loved us.

INSPIRED by

Kobe Bryant’s Demise
May His Soul Rest in Peace

FOR A MOMENT


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I thought I was a failure

For a moment I thought

Life has not been fair to me

Maybe, I was not paying attention to

The little things in my life that makes me

Feel complete rest with the Earth-Maker.

For a moment I thought I made it

Here, by my own strength

Looking deep, beyond my skin,

The scars of yesteryear, engraved on my

Soul, and all the places of my being

Reminded me that, this has to be Gods

Mighty hands; invisibly conjuring miracles

In my life, for all this while

It has to be Him, but no one else

I could have died a long time ago

I could have lost my mind through chaos

No, no, I am not a failure

I have been blessed, but was blind;

To unravel the goodness of my Father God

I have tasted grace when life was sour

I have leapt over walls, and stand tall;

Head above the thick clouds of evil

Sorry, for having all these thoughts in

My heart; holding doubts against your

Faithfulness. You’ve done it. And now

I am thankful and grateful for your grace.

  • ::  McDaniels Gyamfi \\ 4\26\16 ::

WHAT GOOD IN A FALL?


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what good in a fall?
someday, you will understand.
you will grow up to understand
that, sometimes, you need a real
fall; crushing your bones on the
concrete floor, breaking to pieces,
like Humpty Dumpty, on the side-
walk of life.
when you’ve learned to pick yourself
up, you will appreciate the struggle;
embracing the new window with  heart
and soul.
what good in a fall?
fall from the clouds of pride
fall from the clouds of pride
maybe no one ever told you;
nothing is stable in the fluffy
cloudy foundations of pride
you see, we build our egos up
sky high above simple realities
of life; feeling superior over others
we feel invincible; walking on
the illusional clouds of self.
if pride goes before a fall
don’t you think, my friend
don’t you think, this is the perfect time
to fall consciously, from self dependence;
falling at the feet of Christ, to surrender
it wont be you again; making it happen
it will be Him, alone; making it all fall in place
therefore, fall
fall form pride
fall into His love
Copyright / 11/15/2015
Written by McDaniels Gyamfi

SAVIORS AND HEROES


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see. faces of men, dancing in pale
shadows of sadness. Faces of men,
in quiet cemeteries; buried in
worn out emptiness and poverty.
beautiful cities of men, losing its
glories, through decades of silence.
we sadly waits for the birth of a
savior, to rescue us all, from the
wreckage of yesterday.
Oh, tell me why! Why do we humans
always waits for a savior, a hero?
Perhaps, we’ve been reduced to mere
men; forgetting that, we have an
inherent potential, to rescue each
other, when the evil hands of pain
& misfortune lifts its deadly head;
striking the innocent in cold silence.
Written by A.G. McDaniels // 11/11/15
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