The evening


Minutes spent beneath the evening sky
Of lovers’ hearts intertwined
The sound of laughter permeates the air
Glare of warm candles softly licking their faces
The constant touch of a soft symphony in flowing rhythm upon their joint soul felt

Two hearts across a table
Four eyes interlocked
Words unsaid yet fully understood
Words spoken, the promise of future joys untold

Paris, Venice, Florence, Nice
Amidst waters, hills and trees
Their meeting anywhere could be
Yet together they are
As fully grown yet so little

The certain promise of the world beneath their feet
The fire within them keenly burns
The universe around them kindled from within

Quiet joys, warm kisses
Two as one…



True One…

You, de-light of my world

Your warmth flows through every morning
My sleeping breast heaves in deference to You
My counted breaths through the night give You praise
My innards and soul dance for You in waking

My world from end to end is You

In sleep I worship You; in dreams, victories for You and by You I win
Mysteries unseen do You reveal to my sleepy head
I rise with memories of Your wondrous presence

I look to the horizon, as far as my mortal eyes can see
In all I see You, every thing and being a reminder of Your loving grace
I look at the skies above; I see Your face so loving
In the distance between the skies and the earth I see Your beautiful hands, reflected in time and space
I close my eyes; each time your presence is strong and palpable

In quiet and solitude there You are
I hear Your voice so still
Nudging and urging, “go this way and that My child”

When I am lost at the seas called life
One beautiful word from You and the storms are calmed
Lions and bears may rage against me; armies may encompass me round about
Never are You far away
Never are You farther than a heartbeat away

Day to day You lead me beside still waters

Father and friend You are like none other
If ever I were to give to You
All that I am is insufficient to give to one so true…

My love is all I have
My love to You freely I give
There is but naught else
My love to You freely I give


Love is…

Love is active not passive

Love is the gift that gives and keeps on giving

Love keeps no record of wrongs

Love bleeds without looking back

Love makes sacrifices

Love focuses on the loved and not on itself

Love improves the loved

Love encourages

Love seeks to shine brighter and brighter

Love expresses itself

Love heals

Love adores

Love died and arose and lives

Love is God


No exception…

Both the man with his fingers in the public purse
and the man whose mouth can’t do without a curse,
Both need Christ…

Even the child who just told a little white lie,
and the lady whose heart is as a filthy pig sty…
Both need Christ…

He gives alms to the poor but knows not the Lord,
she is a loving mother, but hasn’t encountered the word, 
Both need Christ…

The demon of lust perches on his shoulders,
despite his charity and aids to the ravaged nations beyond his borders…
He needs Christ…

The voluptuous vixen dancing in vile videos,
The farmer’s innocent daughter never mistaken for a hoe…
Both need Christ…

He said he loves you from head to toe,
But all he brings is untold woe…
He needs Christ…


One August night

I had no plans that warm August night, but neither did the hills and rivers and the oceans.

I took a ride that night and so did the angels and the stars directly above me.

I took a flight and so did you.
Alas! It was to be the start of our oneness.

I had a dream that night that stars came down and took me up to a place where angels danced and sashayed joyfully for reasons related to me and my tears and voyages down memory lane and the odes and tributes presented in apology, amidst the remorse that spewed from my heart’s lips that August night.

I saw the angels dance and party, celebrating with joy that one once long lost had just been found amidst the ashes of corruption mingled with dust and sweat and tears, amidst remorse for the chaos caused and the warmth from flesh for years stolen from mortal lands and hills of various shapes and colours.

That night I received the picture you painted ages ago on the palette of hearts with words of wisdom laced with grace, of the loving shepherd jubilant over one sheep lost and found regardless of the safety of the ninety and nine!

It was like the heavens opened before me and the eyes of my heart saw the angels in song and dance and joy unrivalled, like they had waited for that moment time and time again and from spurned opportunity to spurned opportunity to seize it, from wager to wager that the lost sheep that I was would someday somehow be found.

I had a dream that night- that the stars watched me in flight, as you by my side and on my inside led flight to heights never before reached, the beauty of which flight mesmerised even the angels whom visions of beauty had always seen.

What you did that night!

You picked me up from the lowest of marshes, reached deep into the messes, past the mesh and rust, past intertwining twigs of dirt and spells of lust and chains of rot that held me bound to the bottom of the overwhelming abyss, past the curses and the sworn death of me by the adversary who had bound me for life to his apron strings to do his death-provoking bidding!

What you did that night!

You descended in flight, past clouds and winds, past layers of skin and bones and blood and tears, you reached deep within to your objective, performed the greatest of surgeries, replaced the evil heart with yours, you broke the chains of hell and yanked me from death’s grip into freedom untold!

You reached deep within and exhumed the stone amidst the debris and residue of shrapnel from all the brutal wars past fought deep within my breast.

You reached deep within and in a timeless space captured all battleground previously lost, hoisted your spotless flag on reclaimed territory for all the world to see.

That night- you left your place of paradise and the praise of worthy angels for the sake of one mortal lost- me.

That night- you came down just for me, past the atmosphere and stratosphere, beyond the stars and all the glow thereof. You reached out for me, you paid me the best and most hallowed visit of my life, lover.

That night- you came because of me, you picked up the pieces of my shattered heart flung beyond a thousand different spots, trodden and trampled upon by mortal and immortal souls near and far; you healed this broken heart piece by piece and made it whole for always.

That night- you took my shame and name and gave me your majestic robes and hallowed name.

That warm August night-

You came just for one mortal lost: me.


Live on sire…

It would have been your birthday today
We would have gathered around you today to say we love you

Many days and seasons ago
We looked into your eyes for the last time

When the light of your eyes left
When your strength faded
When the twilight of your time arrived
I could see you go, feel you go…
Never has that moment dulled from memory

We watched as you boarded your ship as it set sail to your place of rest…
We each held your hand
The anchor of your ship lift off, your hand ever so slowly out of our grasps slipped…
Thus began your journey to rest
And thus it hit home; the hollow you forever left behind none can refill

You would have been a year older today-

Like a giant oak tree at its best; we would have gathered beneath your shade to glean from your pearls of wisdom

As you rest on and live on in our hearts
We celebrate you today and always

With memories of you etched forever in our hearts, we look forward to the day when we will meet again

Rest on sire…




I reflect-
And the gravity of my reflection causes me to shudder-

I navigate through the courses of my mind; I reach into the farthest recesses thereof

I travel to a time past, when the worth of the treasure I bequeath to you was yet unknown to me

“Stolen waters are sweet”, said the twisted voices in my head

Thus was the treasure specially prepared for you my queen, cast before swine

The feast that was your exclusive preserve, errantly garnished and cast to the dogs, time and time again, from land to land I plunged, till myself I lost in the arms of strangers

Invaluable hours with which my soul should have sought you spent on plotting, scheming, on manners with which to further gift your pearls to thieves and plunderers

Your hallowed land, violated, soiled, eroded, plundered and cheaply given away to the unworthy to trample as they pleased…

Hand in hand, I strode with thieves, falsely satisfied, content in the plunder of your treasure for momentary pleasure…

I reflect-
With a heavy heart my love…

For the stolen kisses though sweet, held neither value nor meaning, grossly unworthy to be compared to your hallowed kiss…

The hours lost, your pearls cheapened, your hallowed land laid waste…

Your jewels, unwittingly laid bare before swine, muddied, trampled upon, bruised and battered, bashed to and fro by predators

Until you surfaced my love-

Until you my heart, found and washed, nurtured, caressed, like it had always been worth far above rubies and emeralds untold…

Until you, ever gently and lovingly, wiped the mud from your jewels, set them in a hallowed place, beyond the reach of thieves…you my love, found treasure where others only saw mud and dirt…

Henceforth my love, is your treasure soundly preserved, hallowed, far away from thieves and plunderers

Your feast, specially garnished, jealously guarded with the toughest of locks, not to be had by any other but you my love, fit only for you the finest…

Your treasure chest, your hallowed banquet fit for a queen of your standing, preserved specially for you

And thus I reflect-

This time into the far recesses of the future…this time into the far recesses of my heart…

With hope renewed, with arms outstretched, with glory in view, with you in my sights, I trudge on…to glory…

I reflect-
This time with victory won.