FAITH

I had Faith once, but logic got in the way of that.

Now I have lost Faith, and all the good things that come with.

Remember all the times I said logic gives you all the answers,

I lied. Lucidity gave me a sagacity of self-preservation.

But self-preservation comes with a cost.

 

Self-preservation made a choice for me,

and I put Faith at arm’s length. For a moment I felt safe.

Turns out rationality has cost me the whole enchilada.

Lucidity has cost me Faith, Hope, Love and Happiness.

Shrewdness for some time; Yes, stopped me from making some

bad verdicts, but this time Logic is costing me everything.

 

Logic kept me sane, from making the “measured” wrong choices

I scrupulously assumed Logic was the way to go, would keep me

in an orthodox state and that I wouldn’t have qualms.

This time, Remorse is knocking on my medulla

maybe it will soon leave, maybe it won’t

All that I mete out to Faith.

 

Logic for some time, has been leading me awry

So I have realized.

Sabotaging self-happiness because of Logic. Not anymore.

When I had Faith, I felt happy, optimistic, human, love.

When I lost Faith, for the second time in my entire life,

I felt regret. It is not a nice feeling. Truth.

 

Lord I know I haven’t been to you lately,

But as you said in Matt 7:7,

Lord, bring Faith back to me.

Bring Faith back into my life,

For Faith gives me hope, a sense of self worth,

Faith makes feel loved and I too love Faith.

 

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Repent

It has been long since i had one of Shaggy’s finest, and i woke up this morning to his tune, Repent; the lyrics are nice and well have some simple but strong message. So i decided to share with you and if you go ahead to download it, better that way.. Enjoy!

[Verse 1:]
Check the state of the world we live in can’t you see it’s a crying shame                    (Forgive them)
Leadership fails before it begins motivated by personal games (Forgive them)
Tempers flare and patience ware ten finger pointing but who is to blame
Repent, repent, repent, repent

[Chorus:]

Cause where two steps away from a real disaster
Think there a boss but a who are the master
Life set a pace every thing much faster
Need to slow down and pray (Forgive them)
Two steps away from a real disaster
Think there a boss but a who are the master
Life set a pace every thing much faster
Need to slow down and pray (Forgive them)

[Verse 2:]

Fighting for what they did not create crying peace while inflicting pain            (Forgive them)
Man deciding another man’s fate claiming power in their God’s name (Forgive them)
Words of love but their actions speak hate seems like mankind has gone insane
Repent, repent, repent, repent

[Bridge: Shaggy (Background Singers)]

(They don’t know) If they stick to the spot there be nothing else left to defend
(They don’t know) Instead of finding a cure we should look for the means to prevent
(They don’t know) We can talk to the lord ain’t no need for a special event
Repent, repent, repent, repent

See that last sentence before “Repent, repent, repent, repent”, it got me thinking; Most of us wait until we are to a breaking point before we consider asking God for help, well..am here to tell you that even if things are going as smooth as they can be, you can still ask God to make them even, for lack of a better word – smoother.

God bless you.

The Secret Chamber!

Okay… Today i must do it, i must write something for my readers!!
After approximately 33 minutes and 33 seconds my laptop keyboard starts
feeling the strokes of my fingers, after the long discourse  in my head.
After all this, am starting to question whether writing is really my thing,
you know.. like thing, am wondering whether some other writers out there
go through the same quandary  as i do, but hey!! Subsequently,
the words popping out of my monitor really show progress. Just after the

first comma, then things, mindboggling things, things that weren’t there

before, you know, like suddenly you have cracked a secret chamber. There i said it!!

The Secret Chamber.

The secret Chamber
The secret Chamber..

I have always questioned my ability to motivate, especially my mates,
i know we have been called many names but for lack of a better word; stubborn,

yes we are..Back to the Secret Chamber; every being out there who has had the

urge to write,you read a certain piece of literature and you feel you can create

something that will please and actually enthuse someone out there just like this

piece you have just read..then trust me, your Secret Chamber is still locked and

needs just a little touch and push.

The Secret Chamber being secret, doesn’t mean its magical; no no no, probably you
thought as you read this that things will magically work out for you,
that is a wrong concept, trust me it is an adventure series  before you get to this chamber.
Every piece of literature that you read, isn’t the first piece
written by that author, trust me, it started out simply not that good.

This Secret Chamber is a little rusty at the start, and at first you will not be pleased
with your work, but hey; this is because you will be comparing your work with the
superb article you read, not knowing that it might have been say the 100th article

written by that author. They say ‘Practice makes Perfect’ this is one of the sayings

which requires no interpretation at all.

Therefore the Secret Chamber is rusty at the beginning, but as you explore all the
magic in there, it will start to sparkle, after the sparkles magic.
Haven’t you ever gazed upon a piece of literature and your get the ‘mouth drop’,

oh yeah!! you have. Key to the magic is to write, write and well,

write and the sparkles is to read, and read a lot.

My Secret Chamber is a bit still rusty, but hey, am challenging myself to stimulate
it with a test every after two weeks because i need magic so that my
nice readers out there will be pleased and well; entertained. Gracias mis lectores.

Kudos to Clara..

Tick, Tock, Six in the morning.

The cold breeze that sloped through my vents felt like today

was going to be diverse from yesterday, anxiety was in the air,

exploration filled the atmosphere all round.

Bees buzzed in a different way, trees stood majestically as if to

give a perpendicular endorsement to the creator, and well the

early birds were busy getting the freshest worm.

Rays tongues from the sun gave a gentle touch on my face

as I opened the door to step out, I could see the ravens feeding

the young ones in the eucalyptus tree across the road.

9pm is bed time for me, but last night Clara made sure that it was

prolonged to midnight. She was restless, moving up and down,

all I did was to keep her as calm as possible.

I guess I had no idea what was wrong with her.

I went up to check on her, the spectacle was remarkable,

Awe-inspiringly stunning, their eyes shone like the Virgin Mary’s, the little

legs, the little paws, the suave fur on their bodies, aaaww!!!

Clara had given birth to four kitties.