the quality of Being

sitting, eating; being present, in the present. being here, being there, it is just about showing up, physically. your body might be there, but what about your mind? are you there? skimming through the faces that just meet once a year, strangers, more than that. some things are not right why are blood-related people feltContinue reading “the quality of Being”

Where Is Your Sting?

Convoluted, Stained, Covered in the recesses Of life. I was lost in my mess, Broken by my blunder, Hindered by my impediment, Submerging myself in my adversary. You lived, You died, You rose again on high.  Standing, Hands on high, Worshiping in His mighty name, I was greeted by Him. He stood right beside me,Continue reading “Where Is Your Sting?”

Whole

Her lavender smell pervaded the suspension of stale air, her tresses tingled against my face, the warmth of her skin, the subcutaneous heat was disseminated across my forlorn soul, acting as the brazier of fire on a cold, brutal winter night. Our bodies were stacked upon each other in a picturesque manner, my hands awkwardlyContinue reading “Whole”