“i will turn my heart into rays of honour

whenever I see your beauty and make you twinkle like a wild flower

I will make you twinkle. This is how I slay the leviathan impulses of envy and jealousy;

I honour the honoured to attract her grace

instead of fighting within me, against this multifaceted splendour

An envious soul is a poisonous river,

a bitter gall,

chasing after the shades of the ocean,

to alter its boundless energy and candour

“Don’t let him near, don’t come closer, the oceans lamented

He has turned pastures into deserts and

great cities into cemeteries.

A wildfire, infatuated with man.

Poisonous rivers flow through the soul of this city. O’ wretch men, who will save us from this wildfire.
Many rivers run, into the ocean, but the motivation is not to find freedom of self. Many will arrive yet will not be “there”. How can one be there when the heart is not there but imprisoned in the wild dance of others. He is poor, whoever has not arrived in his authentic place of fulfilment; detached from all

“For where envying and strife is, there is confusion and every evil work. (James‬ ‭3:16‬ ‭KJV‬‬)

Prisoners of the wild dance of others. I can celebrate others but I resent. I can be inspired by others but I slander. I can ask how to but I assume the negative in silence. O’ prisoner of the wild dance of others, Who will save me from this wretched economy


“ I decree and declare that I am a living portal of possibilities, an imprint of God’s goodness in the land of the living”

With God nothing shall be impossible (Luke 1:37)

Your word Oh, Lord. Your word; The delight of my soul and the

Light that shines upon my head. In You, I am assured of possibilities

In You, I am confident of tomorrow. Nothing is too hard for me, in You

because of Your presence. You light up my darkness and my soul stepped into the arena of life

An imprint of grace and strength. All that behold me draw near to the beauty of Your effulgence, and are intoxicated in your works

What is man that you are mindful of him? O’ Lord, what is man that you share Your life with?

> Make Manifest The Riches Of His Grace


Oh, that the things we love could love us back, and maybe talk to us in silent days.

Unfortunately, these idols are dead accessories we try to breathe life into but they only waste away with our souls,

fastened to them.

Don’t forget to remind yourself today that “things are tools provided to fulfil a higher purpose but not to be enslaved by it”


“O give thanks to the Lord of lords: for his mercy endureth for ever. To him who alone doeth great wonders: for his mercy endureth for ever.”

‭‭Psalms‬ ‭136:3-4‬ ‭KJV‬‬

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Our God is good

Your God is so good

You have no reason to quit on yourself

You have no reliable alternative but God

Yes, you have no dependable choice but God

Outsource the unceasing flow of goodness

There is nothing, absolutely nothing you can do

to stop the goodness of your God

Our God is good

Hold on steadfastly

Anchor your soul to the

Sovereignty of Gods love

And all things in this life

Ah, All things, shall work for your good

Our God is wholly whole

Nothing falls apart in His Holiness

Nothing is beyond the reach His goodness

Our God is good, so good

And His mercy endures forever

He will see you through by his goodness

Oh, Yes, He will, He will, He will

So good. So good!!

Ah, moments


Oh, that this carnal appetites of the soul

will lose its inferno

burning inside this fragile temples of a lower man,

who is

sufficient and whole;

partaking from the insufficiency of thy presence.

Dying, dying, dying!

May I die from the appeals of the mundane

becoming worthy of you, O’ Lord

My heart is numb towards thy kingdom and it’s righteousness, but my soul is alive to what you loathe

O’ life-giving spirit, the warmth of the Father, the purifying furnace of God

Quickened my spirit like a young deer panting for heavenly waters in the wild, to quench my soul of it’s thirst

Dying, dying, dying!

To the impulses of the flesh, the mundane

Finding a seat in your presence;

Captured by the effulgence of your glory

– 📸: unknown artist

Sweet Face Fountain

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Just like the ocean under the
moon, the manner a maid
gape in awe; the outrageous
kindness of her mistress.

Yesterday, I saw the wounded
soul of mankind, under Gods
honeyed-face gaze.

Suddenly, I have
become a sweet face